Cry of Horses

The world is dim and i have won. The blood of soldiers have been spilled and the swords of warriors broken. The cry of the horses has been silenced. The wild wheat grows again in fields feed with blood. And the deeds of men unsung grow ever dimmer. I have seen this world every night as I lay to sleep and wake to fight it as the days new dawn. And see no end in my victory as dark as the night.