A sacred secret.
Smashing down.
As planets collide.
As hearts fall.
A single simple smile.
A word of Hate.
As the sun set.
And night starts.
All these things we say,
all these things we do,
is it reality?
Or only fantasy.
The clouds grow closer.
Rain begins to fall.
A faint batlle cry.
A last "I Love you."
The night grows colder.
The night grows darker.
The shot of a bow.
The cry of a mothers son.
All these things we say,
all these things we do,
is it reality?
Or only fantasy.
A loud battle cry.
A single tear.
Sword agaist sheild.
The death of a daughters dad.
Blood being spilt.
A spear in the back.
A mouth full of ground.
Another soul less.
Slow advancement
Great city gates.
Rain of arrows.
A sea of swords.
Ladder up against the wall.
A young boy climbing.
A young boy dying.
One soul less.
All these things we say,
all these things we do,
is it reality?
Or only fantasy.
A victory cry.
Reteating men.
Injured men.
Wine all around.
All these things we say,
all these things we do,
is it reality?
Or only fantasy.
As hearts collide.
The pen starts writting.
Children learn of great wars.
Sacred secrets forgotten.
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