Forever the Battle

By theDarknightX

What ghosts do walk these hallowed hills
Where once the cry of battle reigned?
Who are these smoky misty phantoms
By whos blood this ground was stained?

Their song of pain floats on the wind
Wchoring from the broken ridge
Calling for aid and comfort
But alas, the spans to wide to bridge.

Only Ereal can help these souls
Who have fallen at the line
Build no monument to these brave men
This gound be their eternal shrine.

Let angels hover about the trees

And Guard these men of yore

Kiss their cheeks and soothe their brow

Death shall be no more...

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