The Battle - POEM

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I stand-alone on the open field,

My village behind me, already sealed.

I study the faces of the army ahead,

And face the fact that blood shall be shed.

I spur my horse and return to my town,

And remove from my head the royal crown.

I knew there was no way to avoid our impending doom,

And that we would not have the honour of being placed in a tomb.

They will loot and kill, and they will have fun,

They have experience in fighting whereas we have none.

Our small peaceful village has finally come to its day,

When the dust finally clears, our homes will be burning away.

All the woman and children must leave at once, I said with a roar,

For all of the men shall fight until there’s no more.

We must come together and fight as one,

For we will fight ‘till the battle is done.

All of my people start to leave except for one,

My wife is staring at me with our unborn son,

I tell her she has to leave and I have to stay,

For this will be one fateful day.

Tears in her eyes, she nods her head,

I will gain her time to escape and fight ‘till I’m dead.

I kiss my wife for a final time,

As I hear the town bells start to chime.

I watch my love walk away,

But as a warrior, I must not show my dismay.

I close my eyes then take a breath,

And make a prayer to have a quick death.

I draw my sword and return to the field,

Where five hundred of my men stand scared and unconcealed.

I tell my men to be brave and stand tall and proud,

And with that short speech I made a slight bow.

In the distance, I heard our foes run to attack,

I told my men to fight for their kids and not to fall back.

With my speech and their family inside their minds,

We start to move, like a gear would start to grind.

With a swords in one hand in shields in the other,

We fought the enemy and they fell one after another.

We fought with a new intensity that had never been seen before,

We fought for our family and it felt more important than any world war.

Five hundred of us, one thousand of them,

We slew them down like they were nothing more than a stem.

We hated to do it but we killed them with ease,

For they had not expected to die like they would from a heart disease.

Suddenly I sat up, and I found I was in bed,

With perspiration pouring down my head.

I looked out my window, with light from a moonbeam,

And suddenly realized, It was all a dream.

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