A destruction so powerful, a fire of haste.
It claims its victims and memories.
It claims friendship and castles.
It leaves you nothing but things to bury.
Does anybody win?
The one who survives carries his scars, literal or otherwise.
He wears it on his armor. His sword is spent.
His throat is dry. His stance is tired.
His feet heavy with memories.
Wars are for survivors
Wars are for mourning
Wars are for bearing
Till the end. A heavy burden
Heavier as time goes by.
War claims many.....especially survivors.