Long ago we traversed this war-torned land,
Again and again without thought of her helping hand.
The only message she left for us,
Has been lost like the blown away dust.
On this board I leave my humble praise,
For all to remember the ancient days.
The fireflies hum a gallant story,
Of the braves fighting glory.
The whitemen came with their rifle,
Taking the land of the merciful.
For a hundred years they fought and fought,
To decide who would own the fort.
Bodies littered the graceful land,
Its majestic beauty lost in a fight so grand.
The creatures forever live in fear,
Thundering silence is all we hear.
Trees and streams stained in red,
What is the purpose of this dread?
Never again will we forget her,
Showing us what the lands really were.
Never again will she give her heart,
To the warriors that tore it apart.
Never again will she return in our time,
But forever she will live on in my rhyme.
-Sir West, Knight of Legend