A madman land can only stand
By pain and greed and hate.
Fey threw them off and freed her band
Of furball foes as if she’d planned
To find an endless fight.
Grief came home but the fallen never rose,
Some things that go are gone.
They built monuments in rows so those
Deeds might teach and keep heroes from more woes,
But the forgetting’s never done.
War came for Fey and for them all,
Lighting the way with the darkest glimmer.
The last one standing’s just the last to fall,
With war the only winner.