Black smokes rises
above the blood soaked plain.
Rich pickings abound
from the bodies of the slain.
Savage battles rage on
in the pouring rain.
Banners held high.
Ripped and bloodstained.
Flaming arrows fly high.
Tactics arcane.
Champions on each side.
Fight on in vain.
New attack lines drawn.
By the orders of the Thane.
Those in high command
not feeling the pain.
Perched safe on a hill.
Giving orders inhumane.
No winners on this day
of an endless campaign.
Black Smoke
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