Where Is Home...And Where Do We Find It?

The field might be ruthless, a most virulent place Our bodies cry out for help without source A far away land with a strange and unfamiliar face We've been stuck in this realm with little recourse. Angrily, desperately, we fight for our lives Soldier-to-Soldier: mano a mano, we meet Odds for success against we few: Sheesh, it's one to five With vicious red eyes, I can see our defeat Some believe us ill prepared, unable to win The orders are in, we can all go home. Our friends will have selflessly bled and bravely fought Us alongside them, joining the dance of swords in unison To end this useless strife of old and new, we ought Crimson liquids of life spill devoid of sight to suns My comrades and your friends, unmoving and so done. Helpless to save them, Vrae's army pushing and with us at bay Yet you have the gall to claim so prominent, "We won?" Such blatant bravado you must yield to truly so say But you might as well say and accept the command So be gone and live prosperous: We can all go home. Nothing is stronger than us, now move and combine That we may shift the war and combat the foe with strength of steed Toss in dedication and purpose to our stride, in yours and in mine. In the presence of gods and in name of brethren, take heed We shall live forever in Legion's Field and in word May the lords of nature forgive, for very few seem to care? For the honor and love of life, says the eagle, majestic bird Move forth in prevalence of defeat and steal what is yours if dare Seems rage and desires are nae enough, so why bother? Get out of mine sight... You can all go home. Well may the golden showers of eternal life bless me For the bloody field of battle and stories of lore, I come. I shall forever dedicate the blade of mine to fight till it no longer is to be And the enemy very well could slay this body, but my heart is home. Sincere and pleading, I ask of ye friends and foes alike To strive and war for what is by divine right ours this day If you cannot, no worries: I will merely wield my bladed pike Take to the field of dark regime and declare, "Here I stay!" But who would go with me and would dare fight? Answers of sacrifice matter not; you have all gone home... So where for our enemy do we draw our line? In the sand? In the air? Or maybe paper, what of blood? To tell those who know not that this is our place: our shrine? That each of us owns a part of this? Of this that once stood... Shall we forget those who bore arms in defense of this inn? Or write of and remember them as heroes unsung of glorious days past? When you turn your backside to me in ignorance, is this not sin? How hypocritical and lame...a sinner against sins, finally, at last? Souls devoured swift in the lands of the dark gods' realm.... There is little left for battle...We might as well go home. Off I trudge to claim back what you so effortlessly lost To lay upon the flamed altar of sacrifice my life if it must be so Children will play and no bard will ever sing of mine cost But for a ranger's pleas to go unanswered, to that I saw whoa Skilled hands of seasoned warriors shall shed my blood with those brave The ones whom shall now turn face to my words and walk away, I send with loved life, my regards, say my farewells and wave Then with a turn of mine boot, I retreat with little to say. Purple dawn of a crimson tide shall reveal how you all care But the Roses nae care, I see: They can all go home. Winning is all that I see, so in victory I be I must There is nothing else to these eyes; no less, no more. You do not fight for the things that my heart lusts But off into the mists of insanity I go: farewell , mi amour. Good fight and honored end to me as I was in bloodied seas, Take the divergence to the martyrs, my sabre guided with snaps of wrists That leads into a one-battle Armageddon for this world: I won't flee Send them my blade, the curved edge held calmly in fists No matter my cause nor actions nor deeds Ends do justify the means: But go ahead, go home… For the ones who would have fought with me this day: brave bards, courageous pixie and knights To every one of my allies - Blue Roses, Black Roses, and whoever else be I make with much thought and great sincerity one promise tonight Whether I live or not, I will achieve my goal and what happens shall be. Legends of valiant deeds of selflessness spawn in this world: this realm. By permeated blood, high honors shall be imposed from gifted hands Upon the deathly blades of grass soaked dark red, I hold my sword and helm In defiant pride, I forget of losses heavy in this strange and forgotten land. And staring in the eyes of the armies amassed, I wonder who of my people cared But none come to mind and I realize they already went home… Friends, comrades, I am so very young whether or not you see with clear eyes Yet throughout all conflict internal and other, you had treated me as one of you Even though so said, I am not sure of which caste I shall within die A veteran of past war and excursions broad? Or another human to shoo? All I ask is your help; all needed is your swift defense with blade To fight back and deliver our humble dwellings on these dark and lonely days Suppress those who would dare to enter, the armored nemesis that invade Show to them the insuperable and impenetrable devotions of our ways They might never believe, but who a man ever care Cause after all, home is where we can go…. Now I go upon a journey to meet M'lady Fate Strike ruthless with sword then attack a speared assault the evil Of the putrid and decayed army of dead righteous that multiplies of late Take from us the lives and all things we've made civil I shant allow such acts, it must never in a millennium be so With mad determination in my bearing, I show to them all defiance Defending without give or mercy what is rightfully mine to own Protect what is ours to keep; I call to all who would be in alliance Unable to hold to our own and win, what can we accomplish? Very little in mine thoughts: Be well, go home. I make incessant pleas and I beg of you to stay…will thee? Stand beside me and fight; cowardice is not for me, so let the gods cry “Havoc!” We shall be triumphant if we stay together, my promise to be As long as we hold to each other's strength, this is ours and ours it is locked. Do you all as a people believe me insane, mad or rabid? Am I to suppose you think I know not of trouble and hardships? Well, I hold no misconception of pain; at it I scoff; do as I did Make the enemies of merciless pride weep in apology, then kill: to the abyss they trip. When all is said and done as well, you find yourself at peace? What shall be done? I know…you can go home. Be as strong as the dragons of ancient times in your last stands Sound firmness and resolution of blood will spread like plague in actions As their final warrior of knightly stature takes for his `hood our lands When in death and shed crimsons are no more the remnants of his factions. I will not flee a foot from the invaders; I will never run In this world or next, you can forever count on me If it be no more a friend or a leader: a brother: a son To mine demise will I make my stand, and victorious will I be Before then this time is uncertain and to forever in this time after Heroes are formed and legends are made, but…where is this place we call -- home…