We fight and die,
Together with another.
The ghosts of the past,
Defending? Repelling? Saving?
Why?
Will we triumph? Will we? perish
Only time will tell.

TAPHOS

Breaths of fire, as if my last,
For I am almost gone
Naught but death still lingers here,
Moments ago - the stone

Quickly they fly,
From one to another,
No one knows why,
Their sister and brother.

The fighting went on,
People were being possessed,
They were losing the light of the son,
Who was who needed to be assessed.

This is a haiku.

Scary Spooky Ghosts
Run Everywhere Attacking
Chaotic Madness

Shades of old now full posess'd
From both Clans, our fighting best
Only together will we survive
To overcome our foes and thrive.

Loudly, we came.
Our heads held high, our hearts on display
as if to say
"here, do your worst"
And oh so quiet they stirred
Thinking we knew them, this, it all
Suddenly we're small
shattered, hurt
Taken from within, broken in grief
There is always a 'lie' in 'belief'

Spectres lurking in the shadow
Chaos instilled in the minds of fellow
Peace was nowhere to found below
Dead Tarenti and Naga Sadow