The Sea of Blood and Iron.
By Kolton Jones
The fire rages, men and women flee in fear of his might. The smoking hulls of tanks and bunkers made known. The soldiers have held on to their last dying breath. The beast's roar echoes across the city of ancients. What more will the spirits say?
The Sea of Blood and Iron. My demons have cried for release from their nightmare. The battle yet still rages inside. When the smoke clears and the fog takes over, what more will they say? Did the Fight end in vain? Or was it for a greater purpose? Even I do not know. But there is one thing for sure. I am the sole survivor of The Sea of Blood and Iron.
Take the fight to them my friends. Your empire has just been born. But you will never see it forged in The Sea of Blood and Iron. Let the bullets fly and the blade sing. For it has only begun.
What more will the ancient city say? The scars of battle mar me, and I cry in sorrow of what I've seen and done. Now I lie in my death bed, awaiting the Fallen Angels to bathe me in cleansing fire. What more will they say?