A note is left posted, coffee-stained parchment written in rather scriptive writing of black ink. A small droplet of blood is pressed onto one corner of the parchment, smeared at as if it was attempted to be wiped away.
There's no escaping war's wrath,
destroying everything in it's path.
The sound of crashes,
the sword clashes,
everything left in ashes.
His eye's are filled with disbelief,
war robbing us of life like a thief.
So many lives are lost,
How many more will it cost.
~In loving memory of Feydricc, may you be guided into the light of the afterlife~
~K~
There's no escaping war's wrath,
destroying everything in it's path.
The sound of crashes,
the sword clashes,
everything left in ashes.
His eye's are filled with disbelief,
war robbing us of life like a thief.
So many lives are lost,
How many more will it cost.
~In loving memory of Feydricc, may you be guided into the light of the afterlife~
~K~
