Would you like me to weave a tale, to tell a lie?

Should I kill or should I rather die?

Foolishly down I fall, label of martyr.

My sword I wave, label of victor.

Flip of a coin, head or tails.

Head held high or strung up on a pole?

Cut off tails or run away with my own?

War is a story full of gore.

Blood and lust twined in quite the fine prose.

A tale of heroic tragedy,

Told by you.

A dozen of battle stories,

Told by me.

Alas my darling,

Do tell which it shall be?