The Decisive Battle

This is a poem that is inspiring my Alias Vladimir. I just have to find the first couple chapters of the short story/book.

 

This was the way the Battle was won, ‘Tis the way it has always been done. Blades glimmering in the light of the moon, While the heads were rolling off the enemy goons. Metal was shimmering in the light, That very faithful night. The flag of victory waved, As the enemies caved. On that long winter night, Shown by the light. The victors stood on the battlefield, Blood covered and wishing for their land Eronguild.