Time shown on a mind

Of a conflict for what’s mine

The time was old

Like that of a rusty blade

Laid to rest of a barren field

Where the moon shines full

On its forgotten land

To reveal its sorrowful tale

Ever present by its essence

Forever forgotten by the stars

The light that shines from above

Shall reveal the stains

Of a land wrought by war

Blood shall run the rivers

Till time plays its part

In this tragic tale of mine