Faerie Tales    iii/v 



These boots were made for marching
With battle drawn swords, hand to hand combat
Through open fields with archers at the ready
Loose the arrows take flight blocking out the suns light
Charging soldiers straddling stampeding horses
A war for the gods created by kings
Believing, their reign is greater
These boots were made for marching
To an eventual death at the hands of a brother
Fighting for a lost cause
This war may end, assured, followed by another

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