The War of Humanity, for Morale.

By: Agrias Posted on: June 29, 2011

Herein we march, that hallowed tune,
That balm to all, that blessed boon,

Thine steps are simple, thine motions bold,
Thou seest the Divine, celestial mold,
When thou art in the dance.

'tis a bloody thing, these steps we take,
And it weighs upon as some mistake,
Though it matters not what path we take,
We march off to death, our souls to break.

Yet in this torrid tragedy, a simple truth doth bloom,
And it doth light the path ahead, so we may see the gloom.

On this bitter ground we tread, in Nishnatoba's violent stead,
For on this day, the dance we make, turns the ground beneath us red.

This War of Humanity is of what I speak, the rape of Aldar fair,
And the birth of humans, fore and gone, that lingers in the air.

This will be our last and greatest, friends, this will be our final dance,
As we teeter on the edge of life, and oblivion's vast expanse.

I know the odds against us, yet ye must not lose heart;
And I have spake to all of you in turn, you all know your part.

To the Horkval with your shields aglow, phalanxes you protect,
Against the beams of Kx'Khrah afar, your mirrors shall reflect.

To the unicorns of Proteus, you flank the middle ground,
Against the Nevaharr behind, encased in a swarming cloud.

To the beloved dwarves of Phaestus, your skill in weaponry
Will turn away the Rajamalan hordes, in a bloody tapestry.

To the mercenaries of Arn, with the best that gold can buy,
Your catapults and war machines, will meet them eye for eye.

We fight against the Aldar today, in the name of Elder Gods,
And we fight for glory, for ruin, for life, no matter what the odds.

So outward men, and take the field, let the Scrula take the fore,
And let us mete out justice grand, to settle this Divine score.

And may Thoth have mercy on our souls, and theirs as well, today,
The Quisalis are here as well, their deadly trades at play.

Even if we lose, my friends, we still shall win the war -
There are greater threats to us than death, on these barren shores...

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Now lo' has night now fallen, our losses are severe,
Only half of ye, who started out, have lived to make it here.

But we have taken with us, all who would strike us down,
And Thoth's assassins lurk about, and bring death without a sound.

Tomorrow is another day, against the foe and fire,
Another day of bloodied steel, and sweat, and filth and mire.

For now, my friends, please rest yourselves, and ready for again,
As in this day, the battle ours, while the Aldar will distend.

Relish in the cries you hear, as the Rajamala fall,
And take comfort in their misery, as we hear it full of awe.

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I have seen and I have witnessed, the events before us now,
And in doing so, relived the best, and worst we have endured.

I saw the mighty Phaestus, swing His hammer and bring pain,
As He rent the crystal warriors, and tore their world in 'twain.

I saw the sky rip open, and saw Khalas descend within,
With Pazuzu and his winged folk, the Inferno of their kin.

I saw the saddened look upon, the Elder Gods that day,
I heard the sounds They tried to make, the words They could not say.

And the massive dome of Their retreat, that glitter'd in the noon,
Show strain upon Proteus' face, as He began to swoon.

I saw the moment of defeat, as close at hand as They,
I saw destructions of the world, as downcast They would lay.

Lord Scarlatti sang His sad lament- in mere moments all would change,
Proteus stood there, weak and tired, His looks met no exchange.

I felt it when the Gods Themselves, bowed heads, and, sorrow'd wept,
And the look upon Their faces, proud and true, Their trials seemed inept.

And in that solaced second lay, when death was close at hand,
And the moments of our life were left, like an hourglass of sand-

The heavens yet again did part, with a cavalcade of hope,
Thus did winged dragons doth descend onto the bloodied slope.

Pitting God against God, the Aldar and their mortals allies fell,
And Pazuzu with his legioned horde, were cast back into hell.

There was such death and tragedy, upon the fields today,
But with every death, there comes a life, to keep the pain at bay.

We have witnessed, we have seen, the changing of it all,
And we have lived, and taken part, we heard the clarion call.

For though we may be mortal, or God or Aldar fair,
The lesson learned of all of this, is one we must forswear.

The Gods may hold our way, and They may use it as They will,
But none but us may hold our fate, and we must always drink our fill.

So remember, as you carry, the fallen to their rest,
We are nothing without They, and They are nothing but the best.