Reliving Belgium.

War broke out between two cities
with much passion and intensity.
Swords were drawn and Red flags were raised,
Soldiers charged with raging hearts
and an angry face.

The pounding of flesh and weapons can be heard miles away,
moans of pain echoed and lasted for days.
There was blood all over, pulling of hair and scattered remains,
The battle-weary streets were glowing red from the stains.

Four eras passed,
only Two soldiers stood.
One was Evil, the other was Good.
They battled to Their heart's content,
matching those of in legends and myths.

But with every battle,
a victor must be made
a defining slash to the heart,
the evil soldier has been slain.
With a mighty roar he celebrates
Althroughout the City, His shout reverberates.

Belgium has won,
No prisoners taken
No loot for gold.
A decade has gone,
Reliving Belgium
Has pastime become.