Rain of Fire

'A rain of fire,' say those who lived,Was how it all began,

As the fiery legion, spearheaded by their best

Charged toward the Royal camp.

'Twas all but a haze, the siege at first,

Chaos reigned all around.

As bolts of fire rained on men,

Their horsemen ready to surround.

'Twas just her firm gaze,

That told us,

We were to fight,

Though impossible it seemed

To stand up to the Amir's might.

The men of Tabarhindh, people say,

Can match the Mongol hordes;

And on that day,

In Ramazan of 637,

It became clearer even more.

Forth rode the Amir to us,

And said, 'Give in to me,

And I shall cease

This merciless assault;

My Queen you shall be.'

Instead, a bolt she shot

At him, it miss'd him

by an inch.

'A fair battle be my terms,

Now fight, do not you flinch!'

And so it went on, some time,

Our fate on unknown lands.

The Amir was now enraged;

He ordered his men to advance,

To kill all who might stand.

'Twas all but a smoking blaze,

The still and destruction they'd left.

And knew not any of us,

Until the madness had stopped -

Our Commander had joined the rest.

Little could we do as he,

Triumphant walked in.

He took our Queen

And all our wealth

Leaving a horrifying scene.

Our camp in ruins,

Our men dead,

The Commander brutally so,

And thus walked on

The victorious Amir,

Our valiant Queen in his tow.