Spirits of the night

voices of past heroes

warriors whose stands were unequalled

spears that held high the sanctity of heritage

skins that bore thorns some to points of crushing

today lay in memory

would all your fight vanish like the sounds of the winds

all your glory lost in a single breath

you whom the maiden adore

has become food for the termites

who would have thought of such

yet we saw you close your eyes in final bow

little did we know that we will always pass

just like you came and left so shall we

spirits of the dead resting in humble calm

sleep on in the land of the dead