A Warrior's Dreams of Old

One of the very few rhyming poems I have written. I actually despise rhyme for some reason, but Something about this one kept me from trashing it. It starts out with an epic tone; almost like it will continue for vlumes, but it is short and sweet.

 

The blasting echo of war horns sound,

Evil Hordes cry out in vain.

Angry blades lash out and soak the ground,

Evil men cry out in pain.

 

Gallant horsemen ride from foreign lands,

Rushing forth with lightning speed.

Delivering death with skillful hands,

Into battle they will lead.

 

The sliding sands of great glasses fall,

Fierce hatred devours the land.

Dark lords set forth upon beasts that maul

To destroy the noble stand.

 

Bravely they charge and fight face to face,

A fellowship fights and bleeds.

They slaughter the beasts with sword and mace

Songs are sung about their deeds.

Reviews

[The Musings of Mary H.]

I really like this poem! It has a lot of umph in it. I, too, have very few poems that rhyme because I don't like 'em that much.

Mary