The Spoils of War

[Kenyon Ahearn]

The Spoils of War

In the darkest depths of regret,
Many secrets I have kept,
They haunt me when I sleep,
Their cruelty makes me weep.

The voices in my head speak of pain,
The blood on my robes tells the same,
The battles I have fought, linger in my mind,
Yet I’m trying to leave it, all behind.

The cries of the innocent echo within my ears,
Every night, the darkness reawakens my fears.
Can you not see it?
Can you not see these tears?

I have blood on my hands and it’s because of you.

They claimed I’d be rich,
Gold would fill my pockets,
I’d be a Baron, a Lord,
I’d earn respect, receive my reward.

Again, I followed your every command,
I cut the throats of every brigand,
I felt the rush, the love for war,
It was the morbid draw.

Yet still you can’t see,
The fear inside of me,
And with every whisper and every word,
The memories still linger,
And I long...

to leave this world.

~Anonymous~

[Kenyon Ahearn]

I killed again today,
It still felt the same way,
Even when his blood flowed like water.
I heard he had a young daughter.

Another battle, another war,
Their voices, they begin to gnaw,
For the Order we cry!
But can we justify?

I show no mercy,
For he will show me none,
For where there is war,
Compassion has gone.

I will not become a monster,
A villain or a fiend,
A murderer or brigand,
For I am the Order and what we say is just.

~Anonymous~