Silvery torn
From ancient dark seeds
A flame to avenge
The blood-sullen deeds

Dripping down
From the pages of a book
The lines of ink
For blood they mistook

Panic spread as they ran
Destruction of their own design
Blades clashing and clashing again
Patterns as if the stars aligned

A spark escaped
And landed in straw
The blaze soon spread
Slashing with fiery claws

Soon the world burned
And left nothing but ash
The spears were broken
And all the swords crashed

Silvery torn
From ages old
The black dust
Turned into gold