• No cries of war were heard that day
    and when we won, no shouts hooray.

    For two kings, friends from birth.
    Knew not the other kingdoms worth.

    SO when one layed down his arms
    Blood stains splashed both uniforms.

    He took his leave with victory.
    He'd killed his friend, a sad story.

    and very soon he ran with guilt
    Haunted by the friend he killed.

    As he thought he was to blame,
    he hung himself, full of shame.