WarsongA Poem by Shadow666Tired late night poem. ^^Warsong
As you kneel on the bloodsoaked ground, in the heat of the fight. You look to the sun, for strength, or some might. You take up your blade, though the battle most likely is lost. You will fight untill slain, you will fight till you must. You must win this battle, or all that you loved, will be lost. The crimson sun shines, as steel clangs to steel. The battle is done, and vultures wheel. The battle is won, and victory is sealed.
© 2009 Shadow666
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