War Cry

fight, my children!
fill the air with
the crash of trees,
the thunder of your advance.
the fury of this forest
lies within you.

fight, my son!
let the bloodlust fill you.
surrounded by their lifeless shells,
slaughtered and desecrated,
become hatred
and become your shame.

fight, my daughter!
lift that proud head.
one last act of defiance
will save your girl-cub;
let the river overflow
with blood.