fantasy-based community

no distant voices tell us of the fate
of those who never came back from the fight
they did not care whether for wrong or right
but only that they were paid by the state
we hide behind the silent door and gate
moaning that evils come here in the night
since none fall instantly before our might
we swift conclude we have left it too late
we entered battle without a clear plan
knew nothing of the places we would take
but thought that all would worship at our fane
at spouting nonsense we're now in the van
all our bravado turns out to be fake
but still we blame the other for our pain