Crimson Skies

The gallant soldier fighting his battle
Putting to test the might of his mettle.

Warriors marching forth with glory and pride
The losses of the day, all taken in their stride.

Armour worn and daggers drawn
Rivals heralded by the battle horn.

Bodies shred and veins bled
The battlefield a shade of Red.

Victors applauded, their glories painted
Swords of victory with blood are tainted.

Epics survive to fight another day
Death is a price they too shall pay.

Victor and Wounded separated by a stricture
Every last Dying man completes the picture.