Battle

The torches are blazing
the blades are alight
Who knows who falls
and won't get up tonight

This foe has arisen
whose goal is our homes
The only things spared
Are dirt, water, and stone

The sun will shine red
As the ashes all rise
And everything mortal
will rush towards demise

The scent of the trees
as their moisture is sapped
Escape is not sure
When no-one has your back

The land is on fire
And so it all goes
Everything meaningful
soars up in smoke

The creatures, they flee
from its murderous rage
This rival we see
can't be caught in a cage

We try to evade it
to send it away
But near every year
It comes back anyway

- Obscure
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