Gleam In Ranks

A Walk to Heaven isn't any better
 With legions' fresh ascent
 First they dwindled like always
 And then I regretted closing my eyes
 See, this dream was not inevitable
 In the war of reds and golds
 Our hero was gold!
 Anon, with each pronunciation
 Banners were smouldering, then dying
 And burning my intestines
 Taking away, alas,
 All that kept me alive
 Hast thou not crept up upon me?
 Cruel poison of Life!
 Thou hast taken everything.
 But what hurts me is that
 You've slobbered filthily
 O'er the delicate lips of a delicate girl
 And I shall announce what you are...
 Yes, away thou goest
 Into the desert betwixt blue angels
 Choose thy canon and execute
 Never is the morning of thy age!