The horn calls,
So we head out past the walls,
The enemy is in there lines,
All dressed to the nines,
We draw our swords,
And follow our lords,
Charging out towards them,
We are here to condemn,
I raise my sword high in the air,
Saying a quick, silent prayer,
Before we crash together,
Steel on leather,
Sword on skin,
Watching the fall of my kin,
I swing down,
Protecting the triple crown,
My steel hits flesh,
Right through the mesh,
Crimson flows out onto the ground,
He wont get a burial mound,
My sword flashes fast,
Cutting away the dead hand of the past,
Enemies fall,
We have defended the wall,
They turn and flee,
Something we all could foresee,
The battle was won,
It's all said and done,
Now to feast,
And then mourn the deceased.
Author notes
Written March 12th, 2006
A contest entry
- Two Options by IndividualEleven. by IndividualEleven.
850 points, ended May 13, 2007, 22 entries
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very nice, liked the format and the rhyme scheme used, short yet very descriptive, like temptrysse said, you could really put yourself in the fighters shoes, nice imagery and loved these lines here
My steel hits flesh,
Right through the mesh,
Crimson flows out onto the ground,
He wont get a burial mound,
My sword flashes fast,
Cutting away the dead hand of the past,
Enemies fall,
We have defended the wall,
great battle imagery - Jacen an IndividualEleven.
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Excellent
I like this. I could completely see myself as the fighter in your poem. The theme or idea behind the "battlefield" doesn't get lost in the emotional imagery which was nice.
Edited on Sep 22 because 'spelling error
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