What War Wants.

Solely trailing with the immovable hordes,

the civilization came crumbling down,

The world was screaming itself hoarse,

while the impenetrable shadows came hurtling down,

Themes of a distant war was not a nightmare,

burrowed in the impervious and clad alone, forlorn,

Calling out to one nightly symphony,

it asked, "Are we only so many?"