Pax Animus
Perhaps one day this war shall end,
When Animus knows peace again.
When blades through flesh no more shall rend,
When tribes will call "the Other" friend.
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Walk with my ward beneath the trees,
Hear her singing happily.
So far, she's escaped misery,
Unknowing of my travesty.
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Knows not how against Fox Tribe fought,
Her parents' blades being for naught.
So through this girl, redemption sought,
For the carnage I have wrought.
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Animus knows only war.
Tribes unknowing of what they fight for.
A sickness dwells within our cores,
Calls for peace always ignored.
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Sabre, I believe still fights.
Holding blade that still shines bright.
But perhaps in slumber of the night,
Like me, he dreams to end our plight.
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Must escape or end this obscene.
Perhaps escape to stars, they gleam.
A passing fancy, my mind deems,
But even now, still dare to dream,
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That banners no more be unfurled.
That children no more tremble, curled.
Swords be sheathed and spears not hurled,
As peace, at last, returns to world.