A dreary and battered fortress
Looms in the blackness.
All is dark, save a lone flame
Held by the victor
Of the Great Battle.

The abundant carnage
Is scattered about the charred earth;
Some earth is still aflame.
Freshly wrought blood pools--
Light here, dark there--
Surround the bodies and wreckage,
And scattered limbs
Dot the landscape.

A young woman weeps somewhere
In the midst of the Battleground.

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