The Throne of Warriors.

Just something I kind of came up with. I don't really consider it as well written as it could be, but I kinda like it.

Come gather ye round and listen close.
You shall hear the tale of how I earned my throne.
A tale of brave and noble men,
Fighting at my side beginning to end.
These men were heroes and fought for all,
The women and children, big and small.
We took arms in the morning and hiked three days.
We waited for the enemy to show their face.
Finally they showed after we'd been there a week.
The rage brewed inside us and we came to our feet.
We'd been threatened by none who survived to tell.
These men were no different, we'd send them to hell.
At long last came the blow of the opposing men's horn.
We rushed for our triumph in a blood soaked storm.
We pushed and pushed never thinking to seize.
We fought so hard towards victory.
The battle was as fierce and nasty as any.
We lost only a few but we took so many.
The clashing of swords, the gnashing of teeth.
I'll always hold dear the ones who defended me.
Some are not here, but many still are.
They can show you this day their victorious scars.
Scars that they'd earned fighting for their own,
Scars that they'd earned protecting the throne.

Author's Note

Don't really critique this one too hard. It was more or less a whim piece. Nothing too serious about it.