Weep For The Damned
The battleground is littered with the bodies of the dead.
Haunted faces stare about;
Disabused by fear and doubt,
The scant survivors sigh relief and drop their weary heads.
A mournful cry begins to hum among the scattered few.
Madness comes to claim them now;
They must escape some way, somehow,
But tattered bodies lack the strength to do what they must do.
A time has passed; a madman rages through the streets of town:
Children cry aloud in fear,
The adults do not dare go near.
"Weep for the damned!" the cry, "and let our suffering be renowned!"