This is just a short poem that I wrote after playing RTW. Upon winning the battle, it struck me that there was a more human side to the game. How many childless fathers did I just create? This is a short summary of my thoughts, please leave any feedback.
There is a boy.
Wandering amongst the scattered remains,
All of men once alive and loved
The child seeks refuge in his father's dying arms.
Fighting to fight back tears of weakness,
Under a mask of bravery the father cries;
"Child, why doth thou weep?"
Kind words cruelly misplaced.
"Over the rolling meadows there is a light,
Flames that flicker like the light of life,
For all men must, when God wills it, return to the night."
The father gazes fondly at his weeping child
Oh the pain of war! The cruelty of death!
"Son, you are the brightest star in my dimly lit world.
An angel that roams amongst the vile demons.
In your eyes I see all the good of the world.
Now go, tell your mother I love her dearly. Tell her that
Under this sad exterior i'm glad to go, to dwell eternally with the Lord."
Young and afraid, the boy cries out;
"Oh father, leave me not to die alone". With that,
Under the stars of judgement the father did die.
There is a boy.
Wandering amongst the scattered remains,
All of men once alive and loved
The child seeks refuge in his father's lifeless arms.
Over the rolling meadows there is a light,
Flames that flicker like the light of life,
For all men must, when God wills it, return to the night