movements rose,
the earth's air
breathed cold.
the tales from the past,
once told with a lot of gusto,
now talked of twitter
heroes,who once rose,
to fill the world's owes.
from rumble to rebel,
and then they tumbled
the opposing force,
they all did.
the scene perfectly lit,
the songs perfectly knit,
sowed the seeds of
rebellious wit ,
a nebulous plan
was draw,
one very few frowned upon.
the spirit was set,
though it seemed wet,
the time was perfect time.
the opponents were
sluggish it seemed,
the wishes to heaven
now bore it seemed
and their tenacious
fighting never lost fruit.
ken the lands,
ken the fields,
all battle perceived
and you will beseech
your wit to forgive
the unholy sight.
the land of the mighty,
which is still holy,
now lay stark with dead
thanks to people's folly.
the minds rebelled,
the worlds trembled,
all in the name of peace-
one which will never be reached.
many weeped
as the demises increased-
all in the name of a struggle.
no one remained humble,
every one seeked the bubble,
the reputation troubled-
the huddle still flowed with the tide,
for the reputation
and the lands elevation,
to glorify themselves as a nation.
