The Bane of Man

From deep within the darkness it resides,
Warm sanguine waves of blood caress the shore,
Ever waxing and waning are the tides.

Young boys, barely men lay out on their sides,
Their armor and chests broken by claymore,
From deep within the darkness it resides.

Scarlet blood boils out from beneath their hides,
A battle depicted in olden lore,
Ever waxing and waning are the tides.

The primal need to kill, in shadows hides.
It hides within a man whilst he dost sleep,
From deep within the darkness it resides.

The hearts of all men, this lust occupies,
Instinct only a strong mind can endure.
Ever waxing and waning are the tides.

Despite the cruelty this action defines,
It is a rare occurrence, that is sure.
From deep within the darkness it resides,
Ever waxing and waning are the tides.