A Song of War

[Elindor 666]

An unassuming old man in robes of brown leans heavily upon a wooden staff as he strains a tired journey to nowhere in particular. Passers by hear a tune emitting from his lips that is familiar yet strange (to the melody of Scarborough Fair). Drawing near, one might hear as faint as the wind the words of his melancholy ditty. It's the most peculiar thing though... when you hear his words there is an audible echo of ghostly voices of ages past.

 

"All the men have gone off to war

They don't know what they're fighting for.

Steel swords arise, like loyalty glowing

Rivers of their blood soon will be flowing.

 

She has lost a son before

Do you know what he's fighting for?

The flowers rest upon broken earth

There's no comfort now that is left to hold her.

 

Gold and steel is hungry for more

No one knows what you're fighting for.

To find an end that spells out glory

It always means the end of your story."

Edited May 6, 2025 by Elindor