Despicable men
Sleep in wood
As is often their wont
But don't let them see
The pyres of the brave
The knaves in the grass
Lay seige to the righteousness
Undoing the wars of old
The fires burn bright
To consume our hope
The children cry
Their mothers abandoned
By the men's fealty
To unsavory Lords
And the common man?
He lays bleeding in the field
Forgotten by all