The Enemy

Oh grief immeasurable,
The fallen seem as mere sacrifices to your dark cause,
My eyes can no longer bear to see the death
Inflicted by your unhappy hands,
Twisting your dagger poisoned with lies into
Innocent bodies,
But in your jaded eyes all are guilty,
Is this a sacrifice you offer?
You call all Albion and me to join your dark feast.
I weep for your suffering and ignorance,
And for the suffering of others.
Dedicated to all who have fallen so courageously in Albion’s Name.
Rowan Heartwood