Yells and screams filled the battlefield
As many shuddered away fear
Charging ahead with swords and shields
Clashing swords was all I could hear
Flames of death surrounded each foe
Others burned in pain
As each ascended, they left their sorrow
With nothing at all to gain
Explosions blew off, hesitating no less
As a mark of terror stroked each face
Everything fell into a mess
For time was nothing but a race
Alas we won! A triumph to rejoice
Yet I still felt a strong sense of deceit
My conscience has only left one voice
“Consider this a victorious defeat…”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem