The Atysian Battlefield Spheres of fire burst asunder Lightning sears our eyes Blades clash in peals of thunder Shockwaves shred the skies
Cacophony of sight and sound The Atysian battlefield Soon will still, and come to ground-- Then truths will be revealed
No drops of blood on blades of grass No funeral pyres blaze No stench of death will come to pass When the scent of ozone fades For this is war between the blessed Immortals, you and I What differences can't be redressed When none of us has died? No clarity to win or lose; When both sides walk away And all who fought survive to choose If we live in peace today
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