On the run

It's just a poem I wrote. Enjoy.

On the run I gather runners.
Soon I'll call them brothers.
Is it the peace? Is it the tease?
But if I could cheat.
My home I would chain around my feet.
I'll celebrate their losses.
The graves will bloom.
And I'll mourn their houses
for they remind them of their doom.
Exchange my skeleton,
alike some house's skeleton
for domestic dark and light
I need it only to fight.
But to set things on fire
I need another person to hire.
On the run I gather runners.
Soon I'll call them lovers.