The Battle.
A sheet of mist covers decrepit lands,
As an army moves swiftly through the pines,
Formation constructed,
Weapons in hand,
With war songs etched in their minds,
Once humble men,
Now detestable men,
Covered in scars and abrasions,
So valiantly raise their swords to fight,
For family and the pride of their nations,
They start to take charge,
Arched forward and fierce,
No fear or sorrow in their eyes,
With a tilt of their brow and their shield secured,
They run down the front lines to die,
The battle is bloody,
The weak sorted quickly,
Lying in puddles of blood and flesh,
Strong men meet their greater,
And fall to the ground,
Severed appendages mesh,
Now two men are standing,
Both equal in strength,
An hourly struggle ensues,
Cutting and burning these warriors fight,
Their blood now starting to suffuse,
Until the conclusion,
The masters leap forward,
Until vanquished the loser falls dead,
The victor leans over,
And with a swipe of his sword,
Takes off his adversary’s head,
A noble man stands proud,
Trophy in hand as he raises his head to the sky,
As he screams to the gods out loud,
The earth trembles to his battle cry,
This beaten man now victorious,
Falls to his knees with tears in his eyes,
Engulfed by the blood flowing through his lungs,
This hero falls to the ground and dies.
As an army moves swiftly through the pines,
Formation constructed,
Weapons in hand,
With war songs etched in their minds,
Once humble men,
Now detestable men,
Covered in scars and abrasions,
So valiantly raise their swords to fight,
For family and the pride of their nations,
They start to take charge,
Arched forward and fierce,
No fear or sorrow in their eyes,
With a tilt of their brow and their shield secured,
They run down the front lines to die,
The battle is bloody,
The weak sorted quickly,
Lying in puddles of blood and flesh,
Strong men meet their greater,
And fall to the ground,
Severed appendages mesh,
Now two men are standing,
Both equal in strength,
An hourly struggle ensues,
Cutting and burning these warriors fight,
Their blood now starting to suffuse,
Until the conclusion,
The masters leap forward,
Until vanquished the loser falls dead,
The victor leans over,
And with a swipe of his sword,
Takes off his adversary’s head,
A noble man stands proud,
Trophy in hand as he raises his head to the sky,
As he screams to the gods out loud,
The earth trembles to his battle cry,
This beaten man now victorious,
Falls to his knees with tears in his eyes,
Engulfed by the blood flowing through his lungs,
This hero falls to the ground and dies.