Slowly unmoving, he stands in the clear
Sword clenched tightly in hand,
Eyes wide,
The chill of fear swept overhead
Up and over, the warriors stood tall
Bravery filled their hearts,
But he, he only knew fear
Knelt down on one knee, unable to breathe
Sweat-covered forehead, leaning on the hilt of his sword
Hands shaking, lips quivering,
Praying to his Gods, quick words of mercy
Back on his aching feet, wanting to turn and run
Battle cries, rushing past him
They are his brothers, his comrades
Wondering how they could be so brave, such sense it makes none
Reluctant in his way, he pushes foreword
 Mother Of All Battles · Tue Jun 08, 2010 @ 06:33am · 0 Comments |
