And the warriors poured in,
Raining blood
Slashing away to victory
For vengeance and for power
Not a breath they spared
Nor paused to introspect
This is how it works
The sharpest edge takes it all
And the enemies were cut
Headless bodies kicked
And there were none.
No flesh to be ripped,
No life to be snatched.
But the swords were still thirsty,
And spears still cold
So the victors looked around
Only their friends they could see
And inside them, opportunity
With fire in their eyes
The metal clanked again
With those who fought side by side
Lay curled up in a heap of dirt
And the lone Victor
Taking the throne
Looked around
He had the power for sure
But no one to use it on.
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