Before the War

Bombarded by bombs,
Shot by arrows,
Clashed by swords,
Still, they march on as our heroes.

Here and there, the trumpets blare,
The horses whinny,
Flags wave in the breezy air,
Soldiers shout.

The silence in the air is deafening,
Louder than words.
Armor glimmers in the sun,
Horses have no time to graze in their herds.

The armies wait for the command.
The lone shout of the knight resounds through the valley,
The armies run, weapons unveiled,
For they all know one thing:

The war has begun.