Once, There Were Fields

Look, over there,

On the horizon where skies turn pink

Then orange and red

There once were glimmering fields that grew lush and tall

Before wearying days saw them crushed by fall

Men grew strong enough to march

Then fierce enough to thrive and war

Under the darkening skies and mists of blood

They cleaved a path to carve their fate

When blackened skies cleared for snow,

Days turned cold and flesh turned cool

Yet fists were raised and blood grew hot

As sleeping Men saw their creed revived

With their hands, they grabbed our fears,

Conquered our scars and captured our needs