Rain,
Silver tears flowing down the metal,
Like the bodies of those destroyed.
These weapons of destruction,
Sent to Earth as weapons for a massacre,
Used instead as weapons to end this
Time of turmoil in these peaceful days.
Blackness,
Dark as death.
They need purification
To forget these hanting memories
And cleanse their blood stained hands
Before they corrupt their souls.
Past in the present,
They can never forget the training
Given to them for this war of honor.
One of them trained from childhood,
The humanity drained away,
To leave behind a cold exterior
With only a glimmer of life within.
Another brought up as an orphan,
Who's home was then destroyed,
Then trained to be an equalizer, (1)
And called the God of Death.
One was raied as a mercenary,
Fighting in battles as if they were a game,
Completely trained to be a soldier
Before he even realized it.
Another lived as a yound prince,
Brought up in a loving home,
Wearing his heart on his sleeve
And fighting to protect those he loves.
Yet another was raised as a young Dragon (2)
And lost his wife and family,
Revenge through his vision of justice
Is his path in this war.
Finding each other on the battlefield,
They fight for a common goal,
To bring to rest this fake peace
And stop this Endless Waltz.
1.Death is a good equalizer. Yes, I'm cliché.
2.Raised in the Dragon Clan.