"We wish to control all, so we fight."

Such lines were said in that long forgotten age.

"I just hope that we can make this right."

The emperor sought to bring the world into everlasting night.

It had always been his goal, after being filled with roaring rage.

"We wish to control all, so we fight."

His son soon began to question his father's might.

Might alone could never be a true cause for rampage.

"I just hope we can make this right."

The son quickly left his father, to escape into the light.

The emperor was furious, as a true war began to wage.

"We wish to control all, so we fight."

The land was ravaged, creating a gruesome sight.

The son looked at the bodies, questioning if his actions were sage.

"I just hope we can make this right."

And so father and son fought; their views black and white.

Both giving long-forgotten soldiers their words before they would re-engage,

"We wish to control all, so we fight."

"I just hope we can make this right."