»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #41
»
The Battle
| Open Poetry #41 |
|
The Battle |
|
|
kudanesh Member
since 2007-12-01
Posts 135Peterborough,England |
The Battle Toward the castle gate the Knight of this story rode The future of his actions can ever be foretold His shiny armour was blackened from the ash in the air As the dark army mounts in front of him but he does not care As the dark scowling evil creatures gather in front of him The white army of god gather behind him Ready to fight in the name of god however grim the outlook The story of this battle will be written in books As the armies massed on the battlefield and draw their lines And formed their ranks and they started to pray at the same time There was confusion on the field as both sides were praying to their god And the adrenalin kicked in the veins begin to throb As the generals rile up the troops on both sides They both shout god is with us and to heaven we hope he guides Both sides charge with the feet and hands Scrambling towards each other fiends verses man The snorting and snarling of the beasts of the dark And the battle cry of white army and as the first volley of arrows hit the mark As the arrows pierce the fiends that approach they fall to the ground While their generals sit and watch on a faraway mound When they meet in the middle with a tremendous clash Where they met their shields and bodies did smash As man cut breast and beast cut man as they battled for their ways or lives And some of them battled for the children and wive’s As the swords are thrust with precision and deadly strength Some of them had swords and some of them had spears of some length As chargers stormed through their lines As their bodies crush they let out their cries With mangled shields swords and armour on the ground Howling cries can be heard all around When they realize the losses at hand They fall back and regroup they do not disband Although good is losing they will always fight on They will fight and die till the battle is one As the regroup and the trumpets do sound And as all of their feet strike the ground The fear is struck right into their hearts The morale of the creatures is ripping apart As the good march forward evil steps back As always the good white will defeat the bad black As good has made them move back to their keep And struck their evil back into the deep The darkness and evil will not come back ever again As long as the good keep evil restrained [This message has been edited by kudanesh (12-05-2007 12:42 PM).] |
||
| © Copyright 2007 Andrew Hull - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
mcwalker Junior Member
since 2007-12-05
Posts 10 |
i love the story it tells, very good |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
