Scores of dead men strewn across the battlefield Most of my friends lay with guts revealed The few who survived couldn't bury those who died It was a feast for kites, a gruesome sight We have fought for our lives But we envied those who died There was no glory in this victory On the morrow, we found only sorrow We never saw them as a threat Left unprepared for their attack Under the cover of darkness they fell upon us like locusts The Moon shrouded by a winged shadow made it difficult to focus Amidst the chaos, I heard many grown men cry And I stood frozen in horror as I watched them die Then a blow sent me reeling and a pain jolted through the back of my head I was numbed from all feeling as I dashed towards the new threat The next thing I recall was the face of a lad barely half my age The instigator of my rage, skewered by the edge of my blade Then it finally dawned upon me, the extent of this tragedy The evil of our enemy to send children on a murderous spree They fought like possessed, their innocence repressed What hope I had left soon turned into distress They fought like beasts, boys that were barely men But we were no priests, we became like them We inflicted horror, we inflicted agony In our terror we lost our sanity