Competition: [Midnight] Poetry Phase 3

Death

Many of the clan have died
The pyres have been fired
Burning brightly in the night
A vivid reminder of the fight

Weakened this battle has left the clan
The winds of fiery death do fan
Embers that could set everything afire
The deathly situation could be dire

The future does not look bright
Scholae will not go down without a fight
Hard to see the future is dark
The state of the clan looks stark

The situation saved from the bleak
Across the sky like a streak
New Dawn did a fiasco made
If only some had stayed

The Two Paths of War:

Many tears have been shed
Scholae members have bled
Troops are turning up dead.

As the Emperor has been driven insane
Part of the Clan must try in vain
To save their leader's brain.

That's where their paths divide
The others want his hide
To avenge those who have died.

Each path will most certainly have its own trap
Hopefully nobody will fall prey to any mishap.

The enemy is a Sith of old
To beat him, we must be bold
We cannot allow his darkness to take a permanent hold.

Fallax must be stopped
Before Xen's head gets lopped.

The New Dawn has come to us
From the ages past to control
Everything now without our fuss
But now we move to unroll.

New Dawns control is failing
And Scholae forces are done
Fallax in Xen is ailing
And now his time has come.

We move to strike at him now
We are tired of his trouble
We shall destroy him and take a bow
Because the death he feels shall be double

Move forward Scholae onward
We shall reclaim our home
The evil horror is now availed
We come out now we are not alone.

Enjoy.