Soul Excavation

This quest for blood, Nightmares return. The dead still lie, Their bodies burn. Their remains were left to rot, The flesh controlled the foul. Scaring, feasting on the wounds I dug into their Soul. I have seen enough of war, I have seen It all. I have been to hell and back, in the Dust I've seen it fall. Finding the enemy, I fought myself. Expelled from memory, dragged back into my Hell. Upon my return to freedom, I realized I was not free. The echoes of my brothers' suffering, Taunting my soul with grief. This quest for blood, Nightmares return. The dead still lie, Their bodies burn. Honor, strength, and glory were dead on that doomed Fight. War is told by only a well-controlling Lie.