Fire's Last Trial

Pushing towards the night,

The silent sleep,

The deadly fight,

Corrupts the mind,

and feeds the fright, 

of the man in tattered apparel,

Fleeting beneath moons light.

Pushing toward the night,

the battle cry tonight,

Silent and deadly,

Out of all sight,

Tortured the mind,

hungry and vile, 

of the man in valiant wardrobe,

marching to the fires last trial.

Who will fall?

Who will prevail?

Who will be left breathless?

In a murderous fail.

Will he survive?

Will he ever understand?

That the battle rages on,

Some will leave,

Others will stand.

The man in tattered apparel,

The man with a powerful stride,

Will mount his horse but wish,

that he was the one to hide.

The battle defaced his glory, 

His victory but so far gone,

The man who flee'd sat still,

sings the tale of the brave,

in a saddened, broken song,

Lyrics of a fight,

and a hero lie there cold; bathed in fright 

lost in the fires last trial,

Pushing long into the night.

Reviews

[victoria]

wow i really like the rhyme scheme of this. also, the topic you picked to write about was very unusual, but you did a good job at it. i really liked this. nice job