By Fire and Sword

A cycle of poems «Chasing a Werewolf»

By fire and sword, the land is torn
A tapestry of hope, cruelly worn
From fields of gold to blackened earth
A symphony of suffering, a brutal birth
The clash of steel, a thunderous roar
A battle cry, forevermore
For faith and crown, for land and name
A desperate struggle, a burning flame

By fire and sword, the fate is sealed
Innocence lost, the future veiled
The rivers run red, with blood and tears
Through centuries of anguish, and mounting fears
By fire and sword, the spirits cry
For peace that's lost beneath a stormy sky

The banners wave, a crimson tide
Where heroes fall, and dreams subside
The children weep, their laughter gone
A future stolen, a new dawn
With every strike, a life is spent
A broken heart, a lament
The smoke ascends, a mournful plea
For mercy's touch, eternally

By fire and sword, the fate is sealed
Innocence lost, the future veiled
The rivers run red, with blood and tears
Through centuries of anguish, and mounting fears
By fire and sword, the spirits cry
For peace that's lost beneath a stormy sky

Will embers fade, and ashes fall?
Will peace arise, and heal us all?
Or will the flames devour the land
A cycle endless, a tyrant's hand?

By fire and sword, the fate is sealed
Innocence lost, the future veiled
The rivers run red, with blood and tears
Through centuries of anguish, and mounting fears
By fire and sword, the spirits cry
For peace that's lost beneath a stormy sky

By fire and sword, the story told
A tale of courage, both brave and bold
But hope remains, a fragile seed
That whispers softly, a future need
For healing hearts, and souls restored
Beyond the battle, a new accord.
By fire and sword, the journey starts anew.
By fire and sword, a world reborn, it's true.