27. Heavy

Arrows sing in the air when they fly

Training lasts forever when the fight is nigh.

Bloodshed, devastation, loss,

Death coating eyes with its eternal gloss.

Light leaves

Those that remain only grieve

Why do the best ones go so soon?

Black armor glinting silver under the moon.

Was that what you last saw

Before your fall?

Heroes die

Battles are nigh

Time is not healing

Death seems appealing…

Ashera, why?

All the good ones die…

But just when you reach the brink

I've learned:

Nothing cures the madness like a good strong drink.