We watched them fall. Eyes locked to mine,nFeeling as if I had let them down.nCaught blinded by silk, led by lipsnTo the baited chains.nNow look around regret.nAs the axe swings before your eyes,nThink how everyday we spent dreaming.nNever once did we pick up the sword and learn to fight.nNow is the time. Pick yourself up and fight.nLearn to swing. Learn to swing.nThey watched me fall for the last time.nBut how is such an elegant blade to be stopped?nWhen in times where eyes set sitesnTo cross-hair the weak, my bride,nI'll try, oh so hard, to find that Light.nbut in his mind she baits me to fire.nWhat a cunning foe we've met!nOur horizons pushed pages away to a new fight,nA new method, new plan. But how do I train?nHow do you ready a child for war?nOh what a cunning foe we've met!nThe Captain, what will He send?nI know He will send, but what will be sent?nI can feel a slip. A buzzard scrapes nearby...nAs I, atop this hill, stand and scream,nIt's all I can do to control my gazenFrom the curiosity of seeing myself as prey.nAnd then I heard an armored march.nI heard an armored march that shook the trees.nBows bent as they sang, We are the archers! n