Men went to war on a Monday.
The sun set then rose in an instant.
The battle called and arrows flew.
Men fled from their home on a Wednesday.
Cast out from the place they fought and bled for.
and men were rulers no more.
Men tried to call peace on a Friday.
A friend lost and slipping put his hand on the button and said run.
Two enemies turned allies said stop. We'll get you your peace.
They didn't know that the worst was in its way.
Boys went to war on a Monday.
and prepared for a life-ending fight.
They fought for their freedom and took what they wanted,
just to watch it all be blown away.
A mentorbrotherleader man was lost on a Monday.
Not by the explosion but by the sword
A man died surrounded by enemies on a Monday.
His heart finally giving out.
Surrounded by everyone who betrayed him,
He swore they would all loose
As he took his final breath.
A ruler lost their crown on a Monday.
Not willing to trade a crown for their secret.
Given no choice and sent from her land.
He gave up everything for peace and old allies.
A country blew up for the last time on a Wednesday.
Brought down by three men
an angry father who goes by the name
Gods called for a meeting on a Saturday.
More ordered than called.
Boys settled a score on a Wednesday.
With allies at their backs, they cut the threads of faith
A man boy was beaten to death on a Monday.
The warden comes in and horror prevails.
He deals how he can, trying not to think
How he now has more blood on his hands.
On a day unknown, within dark and purple walls,