Crimson clan

The halls echo with deaths lament
Ashes falling from burnt remains
Blood of the clan is the only scent
The lonliness threatens to turn him insane

In the corners, dwell dark shades
Watching with eyes meant for hell
On his tongue are dead ones names
Who they are, he cannot tell

Where was the battle to bring the end
There was no sword drawn
Nor arrow on the wind
The dead sun creeps up at dawn

Casting cruel shadows upon his eyes
Showing his tears and bloody form
Revealing all of those who died
His heart burning like never before

Crimson tears drawing hot trails
Carving there shadows into his face
The dead rising and disappearing through the vales
Leaving a cold and rotten aftertaste

Watching them leave tore him apart
Feeling his legs go out beneath
The blood red floor rushing up hard
Stealing his sight like a thief

When his eyes open again
He shoots up from bed
Casting his gaze around and in
Confusion fogging his head

And there he is, no longer alone
Safe in his bed, with no ones screams
The clan safe at home
It was just a dream