to war

Her mask is stained with blood of innocent
As with blood of those who cant repent
The mask is that of valor’s own
And glory too but her face unknown
Her hair is long and red as blaze
For all the fires she made with craze
She watches man atop her throne
Of corpses made by lead and stone
She used to be a just of face
But lunacy she did embrace
Now she cackles day and night
A laugh that fills the bold with fright
Her madness claims a many lives
Children’s fathers and their wives
She’s brought about by some excuse
For man to fight and weapons use
The boys do love her in their youth
Until they age and see her truth
A smile wickeder is not
As she makes the corpses rot
For meet her I will all too all soon
My number called on crescent moon
To dance the waltz of man on high
And fire reigns from heavens sky
In uniform we wait for death
While she doth make our lives bereft
I beg of fate to send me way
From the wrath of this ones play
Her name is one I truth despise
Her name is war and mans her prize