And the war rages on…

The men line the field, standing as straight as a tree
They stretch, on forever, as far as the eye can see.

The men fight their enemies evil monsters with eyes,
the time for talk is over, they will not listen to any more lies.

Suits of armor race down the field with a clang and clash
Their steel swords drawn as they parry and dash.

Battle cries echo, screams all around
The become a harmony, a cacophony of sound

The men fight with purpose, one just and true,
they will fight on this sunny day, under sky bright blue

The field is bloody, bodies strewn about
Only the strong survive, the brave and the stout.

When the battle is over the survivors limp off the field
for even the winners lose, and to this they must yield

Now the field is quiet, the bloodshed over and done,
all that is left is the rotting dead, and the shining sun