The Grave Diggers' Skirmish

I.
There is nothing of these tablets
It's a stone of unknown names
Merriment is never brought back
Only their minds knew the true games

II.
It's an empty house, full this evening
All the phantoms of love and hatred
All borne with the wind, floating unpeacefully
All unknown champions in no ones eyes

It's a loveless-hateless relationship
The world spins by the smallest fractals
The smallest success is the biggest win
So in the end, we all lose.

Author's Note

two separate parts of the same battle. The structure (wording syllables etc...) is meant to be as it is