The Desolation of Ares

The scene where the battle took place

Now only whispers of that war remain

Through fen damp and glade deep

Crept the fog which was their bane

Harkee the pain

Welcome your death and the silence it makes

As foe cleaves foe in the dawn

Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn

Blood, hate and fear are his tools

Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools

The frenzy of panic drives their steeds

To a banquet grim for the crows to feed

Amid the fury and sickness of struggle

Ares strode unblemished and unseen

Weaving his magic and dark illusion

Upon a bloodied and wretched scene

Harkee the pain

Heralding death and the silence it makes

As foe cleaves foe in the dawn

Bodies are strewn and sinews are torn

Blood, hate and fear are his tools

Shrouding their minds as they butcher like fools

The frenzy of panic drives their steeds

To a banquet grim for the crows to feed

Though Ares had drove them to fight

A madness befell those who died

To know that their cruel hand and sword

Had slain their own brethren of yore