In the darkest of battle fields,
Warriors rejected their Divine Grace,
The thoughts of past alliances they shield,
Such looks of hate and anger upon their face.

One hits the other,
Such a sting of pain,
Your heart says he'll always be your brother,
Drops of blood fall on your shirt and stains.

You know you can't win,
So why even try?
Yyour brother ceases to hit you again,
Your losing your life,
Tears fall down your face,
Sorry is all you can say,
Your brother cries in his own disgrace,
Darkness is the only vision that remains.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Daedalan, in the year 337 AF.