The War
We take the field, our feet held firm
Upon the ground that soon shall learn
The ravages of war and death,
The lessons come to us in turn
My hand goes to my throat to check
The cross that hangs about my neck
Then reassurance from it comes
That not all ends in bloody wreck
The failing sun shines on our foe
And in that light it seems they know
That many lives will meet their end
But even so their spears they throw.
We raise our shields to meet the hail
And under it our arms feel frail
When rain has ceased we make our charge
And in so doing make our tale
We fight and fight ‘til day is done
And still our foes refuse to run
While all around me comrades fall
They fall like remnants of the sun
I lay there shocked, as good as dead
While dry lands soak and seas run red
The smell of death hangs in the air
As dragons fly above my head
They burn the land and scorch the ground
While firing all that man did found
My eyes they close, I fall asleep
Escaping from that horrid sound
