What is Right

The wind howls through the forest in the darkness of the night
All the land is barren save a single shining light

Our hero wanders in the sea afoam
He no longer wishes to roam

He rests upon the deck of wood
He thinks now that war is never good

He'd seen the war with his own eyes
And realized the stories told were  ancient lies

He set his gaze homeward to where his story had begun
He saw the horror of the battlefield when men began to run

The life of a warrior is one hard and cold
There was no truth to the ancient sagas of old

When at last he reached his kingdom it had sunk beneath the waves
And so he journeyed far away and spent his days in caves

He hunted and he foraged for many untold years
Until at last he died alone with no one to shed tears

War is not kind it spares no man
In this modern age and so the people die out even young and tan.

So beware the terrors that will cause your doom
Nuclear devices can not be stored even in a lead protected room

For someone foolish always starts a fight
With no care for what is right.