It was a time of great misery

Ashes choked the air

The kingdom is burning they screamed

The general was slain, caught unaware

The sights were grotesque, frightening

Rubble and mangled bodies everywhere

Crying children, their voices disappearing abruptly one by one

Debris gleaming gold in the harsh glaring sun

They looked like demons, covered in crimson

Horned helmets and heavy axes

The very ground trembling at the bloodlust they had unleashed

The destruction they had visited, upon this once beautiful land

Let me take you by the hand

Lead you through the tale

Of this nation’s last stand

And how it came to be for naught