Battlesong of the Poet

Our battle is against the dark forces of the spiritual realm, manifested through the devils that lurk in the form of negative people.

Our fate will be written into history by death knolls tolled by forbidden bells from the top of religion's steeples.

Our allies will abandon us; our fortresses will crumble.

Our resolve will be bombarded, but still we shall not stumble.

Our weapon is the pen and our wit.

War does not call us; we go to it.