17 February 2013
In the heart of the forest, The faeries line along, The trees alongside them, They're singing their song.
The piskies all are rioting, The elves stand tall and straight, The will-o-wisps are barely there, They all await their fate.
Oberon, he watches on, Titania at his side, This army who opposes him, It leaves no room to hide.
The goblins chatter at his feet, The gnomes look gently scared, And as they set forth into battle, In twos or threes they're paired.
Imagine how you'd feel to know, You're marching to your death, That every single pant or sigh, Could be your final breath...
A Final Battle. • Opuss № I