Ramshackle Army

Ramshackle Army 

With nowhere to run and no place to go 
We oozed out of the hills in ragged groups 
A ramshackle army, not frontline warriors 
Our weapons blunt and in need of repair 
As we looked down on the mass of enemy 
Our line weak and rough as we faced them 
We entered into the battle so reluctantly 

Into the valley of no return 

Then suddenly you came smiling at death 
With your careless proclamative broad strokes 
Riding a fine horse and wearing silver armour 
With your long sword of steel shining high 
Your men behind you on their stallions 
That kicked up sods and clods of earth 
The hooves causing a thunderous roar 

On the field of blood 

Never had I been more pleased to hear 
The ring of steel as my world went black 
As I became defeated and overwhelmed 
Beaten and bloodied, pushed to the ground 
Later I found out that we had won the day 
We had turned things around by a whisker 
Because you had made a death defying run 

When all seemed lost 

                    © 2014 Leigh Green

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

I love this poem, although I would also like an "author's note" to accompany it to see where it came from, other than the author's head, that is ...

[Leigh]

Inspired by the proclamative guitar sound in 'All These Things That I've Done' by The Killers

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you for obliging me