The Great Beast Roars as We Fight On

Beast of metal travel a bleak black road,

with precious cargo towards safety they go.

Whilst great red beasts protect the back,

their brave passengers by their side,

Helping holding the line.

A horde of demons;

red, orange, and black,

push our brave defenders back.

Behind the lines

weak and fragile yet brave and strong

wait support and refuge for our warriors out front.

Scared and stressed

wait family and friends of our brave warriors,

while more family and friends

wait with a little more hope

for the precious cargo

those many little beast

carry to our homes.

And along that dark bleak road

are our brave soldiers in blue

to light the way for so many lost souls.

And as each moves closer to safety

behind them and the demon horde that pushes on,

lies the shattered remains of all they left behind.

A place once full of life

now filled by a desolate note.

Fight on little warrior,

you’ve come so far,

don’t give in yet.

I know this dark my seem never ending,

but a beautiful sight a waits you.

At the end of that bleak black road

are people who care and want to help,

there’s a place for you to rest and recover.