The battle rages on under the cover of night,
Ottomans and Romans face their fates, sealed tight.
Like blood-soaked roses, the field unfolds,
Destinies entwined, stories yet to be told.
Ottomans charge forth, hearts ablaze with fire,
In this decisive wave, their empire's desire.
Failure means downfall, fate teetering on a thread,
Their destiny hanging, by a single word unsaid.
Romans stand firm, reserves fully deployed,
Their strength and resolve, not to be destroyed.
One misstep, and their whole troop's undone,
Mere jesters in the court, a battle never won.
Swords clash, cries echo beneath crimson skies,
Souls intertwined where hope and despair lies.
Survival the prize, amidst petals of red,
Blood-stained, shining blades, a story to be read.