The two armies stood on crested hills,
Awaiting the battle to start,
Between them a valley bottom,
A small river at its heart .
The ranks all stood in formation,
The lancers at the point ,
The archers bows strained and ready,
The cavalary at the wing at each joint .
There was silence in the valley ,
The air seemed to pause ,
The sun had hidded behind a cloud ,
As to not witness the cause.
The opposing army started to decend,
slowly down the valley side,
The air of fear filled the nostrils,
No where to run and hide .
The horse breath belched through nostrils ,
it came out in a steam ,
The temprature had dropped away,
To avoid all the days events theme.
Closer both armies drew together ,
Then went up the cry ,
then nothing but blood and gore ,
as many of them did die .
The day drew to its closure ,
The sun had gone to bed ,
the moon,it lit the sky above ,
Throwing the shadows of the dead .
No sounds where in the valley ,
not a cry, whimper or moan ,
Only the valley seemed to cry out ,
A silent ,cloying tone.
Noone won the battle ,
so at least there was no defeat ,
But the valley would remember that day ,
The air was not so sweet .
The small river flowed like a red arterty ,
As it flushed the blood away ,
that was its job to do that ,
It would another day .
The valley in time was all green and flowered,
The weeks after,the days cause ,
When two armies were slaughted ,
And time for a while it did pause !
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