Fire

We release one arrow after another into the black haze that surrounds us, but nothing seems to stem the flow of beings that sweep into our midst. One after another, we fall… Black shapes seem to float by, everything in slow motion. Left and then Right, swing, stab, block, Thwap… another brother down… when will this end… Left, Right… endlessly it goes on… and then they're gone, as simply as that. And when the haze clears in the morning there isn't a body left on the field, theirs or ours… This is a terrible war…

Fire
I watch it
As it burns everything
And I love it
Fire