The end.

And so it comes to pass
the end has come at last.
Not how we had planned;
but, there were fires to be fanned.
We made some waves,
only gain was more graves.
Try as though we might,
we cannot seem to win the fight.
We will never give in-
even if we can never win.
It isn't in us to surrender.
War is bleak indeed.
None of our lessons do we heed.
There are never any winners.
War only ever has losers.
Even when faced with the end,
we do not break nor bend.
Though we do not let go,
nonetheless it must be so.
Whether a king or pawn,
we can no longer go on.