He wears a breaking suit of armour,
Now, a lone wolf soldier.
Standing upon a fortress wall beginning to shatter and break,
It can no longer be held by wooden stakes.
In front is an army that decided to team up,
No longer do they want the door shut.
His army's almost dead,
As a crack of thunder and lightning dance overhead.
The world is being set ablaze,
As the sky is scorched with fire and haze.
Slowly the army nears,
The lone soldier fights to hold back his tears.
He can't bare this much more,
He just want's this to be forgotten, like old lore.
As he falls to his knees, he takes off his helmet and begins to scream,
Why can't this be just a dream?
A distnant nightmare that dosent have to resurface,
Like a pencil mark, easy to erase.
The sky begins to fall and the ground begins to shake,
His mind is begining to break.
He gets back up onto his knees and stares at the distaster around him,
The army marches toward him and they begin to shake their limbs.
He grabs his helemt and his weapon,
As he deals with the tension.
He sees it, the lesson they wan't him to see,
As he hears the broken melody.
It is no longer time for fun,
All that he hears in his head is the word:
Run.