Testo di A Coniferous War

Treacherous hills and fallen branches. Light from the moon, howls from the wind. The trail ends to a blanket of leaves dense with trees as far as they allow me to see. Where will my next step bring me, to a field where one man once reigned. Battle ensued, a valley of ashes is now the past. A burial site soiled with families, a family remembered by a wound on a tree. The crest, sword raised, the call of battle. The map sketched among the wounded tree now filled of sap and the memory of all the children this family lost.