Everyday the sun shone its way into his darkness
Everyday the demons were killed
There were heroes who fought
Re-incarnated when he was slained
The war was not decided
Though the battles were names after the kings
Some called them after historic heroes
Some called them David and Goliath
Some called them legends
But with the end not decided
Warriors were born
Warriors were slain
Warriors are remembered
Though they themselves didn’t know what the fight was all about
They just had to die to kill to live
The war was long
Some youth died of age
Supplies were short
Living was the other possibility
But pride was the ground of this war
Retreat was a taboo
Even the horses had to be eaten
The bones now made as a weapon
All the remained was a cow and his generation
Who was responsible to wake up his armies at the rise of dawn
He gave orders to his followers to feed the soldiers with milk
So that weakness was never a word in their ground
What would the king have done without his territory
Without a cow who played a role in his war !!!
