A/N Please forgive me, this is quite bad, I'm not much of a poet, but I just wrote because I felt like it. Sorry.

Strength and honour,

Honour and strength,

Fight for truth

To any length.

Autumn leaves

Turn golden brown

But still we press on

To bring them down.

We die in triumph,

The stronger beat them,

And our souls are promised

To Elysium.