A Dream Lost to Revenge

I can no longer remember anymore,
I can not see what was before today,
Time, it has played me such a haunting score,
Each day that led to this one, further away,
And on the eve before the last contest,
The dream had truly died that night, that day,
Only the fires of revenge and detest,
Only maddening thoughts, only they,
The battle came the following night,
We marched, unyielding into the blaze,
I would finish this, finish this last fight,
Then victory was found under, in a haze,
Its morning now, there is a cold frost,
A thirst quenched, but I wont forget what I lost.