Armies made of young boys with much at stake
Bred for a life filled with endless war
Shining steel blades leaving death in their wake.
Victorious, one stands amongst the gore
Crimson eyes reflect the endless bloodshed.
A black eagle rules the skies high above
Its scream surrounding the soldiers, now dead.
Returning with hands blood-covered like gloves
With victory come arrogance, which leads
Even the mightiest powers to fall.
Feeling invincible, he did not heed
Mistakes made in history, which shall
Result in his soul being Death's to reap.
His nation succumbing to endless sleep.