The wars

Arrows in sky make the air be black.
What was the reason for breaking his neck?
Axes were red of blood of the foes.
Who was my friend? What was the cause?

The king was confused, he made a mistake,
Poor knights were on fire in flame of a hell.
No sins but the hearts were sentenced to bake.
The graves are not empty, they are our den.
18.10.07