Who am I, who are you,

I can't seem to remember a single thing.

But the Moon and the Stars, a mournful dirge they sing.

What exactly did we do?

My head is hurting,

My heart is pounding.

I am alone in the dark,

In a quaint little park.

Bodies litter the floor,

In the horizon, I can only see more.

What could've transpired,

In this land ravaged by fire.

This isolated town,

Has be torn to the ground,

Fire has spread,

To fields of the dead.

I am starting to remember,

Of the tyrants, of the war,

Of the families slaughtered, dismembered,

Of the fights not worth fighting for.

As the sky is laden with embers,

I start to remember who I was,

And that I fought for the wrong cause.

And my only thought is, I don't want to remember.