Strife of the Eastern Forest

  Dragons weave through the skyline

  Only to be shot down

  The bodies brushing and boding

  Among fields of bloody orchards

  Dying dragons heave heavy breaths

  Which deaden the forceful whirlwinds

  That shake the guard towers

  And steady the Archers’ aim

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  Against the pain

  And the blue paint

  As eyes above

  Rescind their love

  The holy archers

  Light the path for the marchers

  Near free departure

  While eyes in the sky

  Reek sickly red and yellow

  Poisoned dragons cry

  Dragons flail writhing in sorrow

  Atop soil of hopeful tomorrow

  Gazing upon a bountiful sea

  Beyond the thick concrete trees

  Those eyes of gloomy skies

  Shall bear witness life’s cycle

  A new orchard field blooms

  Booming those freedom-fed tunes

  Archers reunite

  Under the moon’s blessed light

  Soon, Dragons take flight