Battle Scars

Battle Scars
By: Twisted Heart

We were few, who fought the war of winter
We stood strong as the battle lines were drawn
We faced our adversaries that had met us
Upon the song of Autumn's golden lawn.

We were few, our number less than many
Progress had shrank our friends in lesser times
But the battle might reduce what was coming
So we held ourselves with dignity and pride.

We were few, when the winter came upon us
Breaking branches with it's hungry hands of ice
Hollow frost began to freeze our humbled spirits
As our wooden limbs were scattered in the night..

We were few, and alas, the battle ended
Winter's breath was now blanketing our hearts
Leaving nothing, but the hands of winter
And the touch of cold upon our battle scars.