Ashes of an Ancient Battle

The tides of fallen snow whisper of death to come.
An ancient battle of then and now.
The long ago passes through the future in pain.
The water drips their sorrowful tune.
Decades of war and hostility forge with unrighteousness.
Deep in the mist hides the secret of the end.
A mighty battle that's lasted,
But only by the ashes that remain.
The snow turns red under blood of hate.
An ancient battle of then and now...
Drops of dust from whispered death.
Only shadows but powerful as the night;
We will be victorious in the end.
The vampires won the battle,
But we, the lycans, will win the war.


November 28, 2009