Total War Poem by Jonathan Andrews

Boiling, seething on the field
The armies of the land of war
Do shining weapons greatly wield
From ancient tomes of tales and lore.

Birth and death of heroes great
Descends on that forsaken plain;
For men go boldly to their fate,
They fall in hope to rise again.

Destiny devours whole
Those who would fear the Sands of Time,
But he will always have his soul
Who scorns the Tyrant's will to mime.

The battle rages in the heights,
And in the depths of all the days
And those who join the deadly fight
Must choose which side their rhythm plays.

And those who dread the din of war
And shrink from Nature's savage cry
Shall always hold that awful spore
where loathing, doubt, and self-hate lie.

And those who choose the side of Wrath
And taste the tempting grapes of Sin
Will ever tread that evil Path
Where never Light and Love hath been.

But all who deem the fight for Right
To be for them a guiding Light
Shall have unveiled before their sight
Their Lord, the Holy Prince of Might.