All Green and All Joy
The battle rages
O’er bridge
Rushing river
Fire is shot from valiant mages
O’er high green ridge
Men cold with death shiver.
The slice of the blade
On the chest of the boy
Who fought with all his small heart
And the battle rages on in the glade
It from life sucks all green and all joy
And bodies pile on the retreating cart.
One man stays behind
To fight off the intruders
And slays his enemies with glee
His goal to remind
All the devilish colluders
The consequence of opting to not flee.
Instead, an arrow hail
And a young Bosmer archer
End his plans with a whistling dart.
His plans did fail
And his dying eyes locked her’s,
In the end, one more body for cart.
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