Smoulders lit up the dusky sky
Stones jumped to the rhythm
Of the marching army, behold!
Parley! Peace! River of blood.
Flames kissed the taste of copper
And licked the barrels of gunpowder
They danced through burning mothers
And snuffed their burning sons.
Winds fought futile, the battle lost
It retreated, hunted by the wildfire
It spread like the sea, burned like the heart
That sat on the pike, overlooking it all