Fallen Powers

Death takes and leaves and rarely gives.
He takes the life from one who lives,
And makes our joy to sorrow turn.
The youngsters face it they must learn.

By leaving only mem'ries there
He leaves a stench within the air.
Leaves only cold where warmth had been.
No answer from a heartless grin.

The scattered stones whose path he crossed
Say, "Wars were fought and wars were lost."
The empire he rules pays no heed
They fight but only once indeed.

On ev'ry stone a tale is told
Of taken time while kingdoms fold.
A tiny stone is what remains
To show a kingdom death now reigns.

We fight, we lose, we struggle still
And we're but trophies for his sill.
A war we fight both night and day;
Defeat will come somehow, some way.