The gate was breached;
The time has reached.
From under beneath,
The soldiers fought to live.
(Red as you called,
fought to clot.
The opened wound,
of the opened wounds.)
The giant sword,
marched through proud.
It loudly roared,
as they opened doors,
to a place where love,
should be meant to be.
(He couldn't take,
he wouldn't wake.
The blood has made,
the reddish lake.)
As he breathed his moment,
his dark lips coldened.
And thus he has fallen,
in his vindication.
