A place where time was wasted.
A place where life turned to death.
A place where there was loss.
A place where good and evil met.
I saw their bodies fall.
I heard their last breath.
I could smell the blood on the ground
As the silver warriors fell to death.
A metal line on the field,
Impaled by lances and swords.
There is only one winner,
Between the battles of the lords.
We won the battle.
I am a survivor.
I lived a war.
I am a victor, I am a fighter.
~!~Ana
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