the horse smells the battle and is excited and uneasy and impatient for war
aha here comes the moment before the clash as the rider is set loose to war
warfare bloodfare knifeworking for the cause of the master
hot in the armor as blood drips and beads of sweat rolls
swords clash and armor clanks
horses cry in pain from piercing arrows
valor becomes the moment as brave warriors fight
for their master's cause
swords clash against shield and armor and arrows wiz through the air
as brave soldiers push forward and fight taking down the enemy
one falls, then another and another
until the bodies pile upon the top of each other creating small hills of death
at the end of the war blood is what is spilled
the earth drinks the blood of the slain
the victors shout in victory
the defeated run fleeing what few are left
the generals take an account the toll for the day
for those dead there is no victory or defeat
only emptiness as the shades arise to walk the earth
to haunt the hollows of ethereal halls
the holding place of the damned
sleep for the righteous
torment for the wicked
Jennifer D. Landureth
Copyright ©2007 Jennifer D. Landureth
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