The horizon burns with an eerie light
as my eyes search the war torn land,
Clouds mix with the sky's reddish tint as
I run my blackened fingers through my hair,
my metallic shell reflects the suns rays
one last time as if beckoning light to stay.
My mind wanders through life's riddles
that even now,
I find hard to decipher.
The setting sun descends back to its home
and its warmth drenches my face as if saying goodbye
Darkness falls upon me like a dreaded curse
for which i know no cure...
Closing my eyes,
I wait for the shrill cry of the horns,
the horns that have taken so many a friend
and called upon so many an enemy
once again call to being a monster
far more dreaded than any affliction,
than any man,
than any pain.
Cries of horror ring through my head
and pierce my soul as the horns' shrill call
echoes throughout the land.
Memories of fallen friends,
of forgotten joys
and sacrificed feelings
fuel my soul and
strengthen my will.
Into the field I march,
my eyes fixed on the horizon,
my feet avoiding those before me
that have long ago given into the darkness.
My reward is not land,
my motivation is not greed,
hope is my companion
that guides me through this war
freedom has never met me...
A thing I would die to meet.