The March to Battle (part 1)

Armor is shining,
Banners are flying,
Women are crying,
As they’re beloved,
March off to war.

Hooves beat,
In time with metal feet,
The wind blows,
And the fear shows,
On the faces of all the men
Going on to avenge their kin.

As the captain sits atop his mount,
The men begin to count,
The forces of evil,
The seed has grown,
They have gathered atop his hill,
And now, they must be over thrown.

Arrows rain,
And many fall slain,
And now the charge,
Swords, pikes, and spears,
All the men relinquishing their fears,
The forces of evil atop the hill,
Fall back,
From the attack,
From this,
Their plans could spill,
As they hoped not to get killed.

Metal and steel,
Meet skin and bone,
As they fight it out,
With men shouting about,
They have come to defend their home,
And they will stop at nothing,
To protect the ones they love.

That is the story, of
The March to Battle…