Bright flares of silver
Swords clashing against the night sky
Bodies and blood, staining the streets
Intoxicating the citizens
With the acrid smell and promise of death

Paladins and Infernals, clashing in rage
All of them fall, all of them dead
In the light and in the wind
The anger of their battle rage
Lingers still in the silent air

The flies and vultures
Pick at their decaying flesh
Caring not for the reason,
The reason of their fight
Just knowing that they have another meal

Their descendants, saddened
By the loss of their fathers and friends
Take up sword in their place
And thus, the circle continues...
The circle of hatred and anger

Neverending, neverstarting
Always looping back upon itself
Hatred without knowing why
Only knowing the eternal enmity...
Only knowing the enemy...

-Kei

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Glacian, in the year 247 AF.