The arc turned 360 straight to dark
From far a retard tried to stop the war
Followed by the burning scars of the hall
Who decided to make that call

One's who are falling give another tribute
Now enimies will decide what to distribute
And what not to stick up on their shoes
With the date which sticks like glue

Enemies will tell of fallen glories
How the grief was recieved with a eye of blink
Everything sinked and turned pink
hasty was the decision, taken too early

Arrow upon hallow people
It was only that it got bitter
Slowly, it turned more shittier
The glitter of enemies shivered
Upon our people's skull

Yet I have no bubble to burst
With thirst I rehearsed
The cheating I was going to do against my peeps
To live and tell the greive
To future generations in brief

I watched my kind die
As I sided with the enimies
To continue the story miserably


This poem is just for fun. Don't take too seriously. thanks for reading
© Kshitij sathe