I stand alone facing the wind,
looking around me.
My black whip shines in the moonlight.
I watch the horror going on around me,
Thinking, "What have I done?"
My name you ask?
My name is War.
I am the one who caused the clashing of swords,
the crackling of bombs...and worse.
Even I mutter my own name as if it were a curse.
I have caused the the white reapers of night to come
and come again.
I am not the night in shining armor,
I am the one who killed him.
I watch as the battlefield is littered with blood.
I listen as the wind whispers, "Death..."
Then I go.
I have business elsewhere.
I have more lives to ruin.
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