The angry blue sky,
shielded by warrior clouds
screaming the battle cry
hailing are the tears of doubt.

All is pierced by spears,
thrown in the land of flesh
scars for those in fear
pain is soon to crash.

Warriors weakening,
weapons of defence fall
enemies breaching
riding horses of the call.

Like a pendulum in repeat,
breaking the thoughtless bone
swords of fire swing
living all ash and stone.