War of Three

Full force they gather

like the vultures above

fifty dark feathers

flames burn alone

A single shield falls

a single web is spun

a single fist bears down

a single hammer falls

a single shot is fired

a single arrow loosed

a single helmet peirced

a transformation made

The buildings fall

the wars rage on

the leaders change

the face the same

the races fear

the empires fall

the skulls will rise

the Three will call.