A Letter

Old moon rising from east
Race for the battle on the edgeless field
Mighty morono warriors
There’s no rules, no future nor the past
No blood filled on the ground
Marks on your face
Mystical oath spreading through
Welcome the chief to
Watch them ripped the pieces
As time goes by…
the shadow disappear
Come with me to the world of darkness
Cloud of dust covering me
Cloud of blackness above my head
Strong wind blowing from the far side
Sweat and tears run down my face
Whole village gather for the fight
Crowd’s roar will last forever
La crosse!
Little game of war…
play the game…
never heard it before
Cromok
Cromok