An inferno of flowers,
Them designed for doom.
Heroes of horrors,
Come knocking on your doorstep.
The little relief,
From the camp of death,
Takes a beating,
From the realization of the truth.
It was a new era for the resistance,
To win and to secure.
Everlasting thirst for blood,
Kept them running,
Lest them be called Vampires.
Wonders of the nature of the men,
Striking a chord of melancholy.
These shades of darkness,
Bring forth of cloud of worry.
The people of resistance could care any lesser,
They were set to win,
And just that!