The Battle and The Last War

All began with rage of stolen power

A queen was taken from her secret tower

Her fiery hair let loose upon the wind

He took her arm and freely did she sin

A force of arms, ten thousand men were sent

To eer the will of Troy the city bent

In blood-bathed streets the children laid across

As melting heat turned stone and mud to frost

Down steps she came and wept at what she saw

Her skin was writhing with the pain of all

But still she stayed and the last war drew cold,

And years of souls flew through the gates so old.

But when they flew and end had surely come

A gift was left to see it all undone.

The End

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