Remembering The Ancient Wars

As long as life's fire has been burning - entangled in

the elements of whatever shape, sentient or

non-sentient, inhabiting whatever dimension - its

shady counterpart death has lured the living into

despair, bringing them disease, disaster? war! And as

long as life can be found, battles will be fought.

If not on earth, then perhaps in the sky above the

clouds, beyond the stars, beyond our universe, in

heaven or in hell.

And whoever take part in the slaughter: ancient gods,

alien races, human beings, or even the smallest of

creatures, they will fight guided by the past: a past

painted red with bloodshed.

Some things will never go away, as if being burned

into the frail skin of remembrance.

And they will haunt your mind as often as they can.

All of those sacred memories have distinct tastes and

pains and they remind you of the times of a past now

in slumber: times of victory.

And these thoughts and collectively inherited visions

form the remembrance of war.

In the back of my aching raw throat I taste the dried

blood that had slowly seeped out of the gaping wounds

of all those pagan children that bravely died in war

fighting for their empire? and mine.

Although they died in great pain, their skills and

honour still live on.

In the far corners of my head I can find the

penetrating screams that were violently cast into the

weeping ice cold winter winds that randomly ran

through these fields of Death and Armageddon and froze

the faces of our dying warriors, and bathed the piles

of skulls in beds of blinding snow.

But neither cold nor heat could stop us from our

mission of domination.

In my chest there is the excruciating pain inflicted

by the spears and swords of the weakened and defeated

enemy forces.

Oh how they had cast themselves into the open arms of

Death, into a battle destined to be lost.

But those fools need not to be pityed for their

deaths, but for their lives.

And now, at this day and age, I still hold the flag of

our regained empire firmly in my hands.

And it will wave for all eternity.