Savvyrascal
Honorable Pirate
Battles Lost
A Dark Age war poem by Rascal
Upon the field o' death you march,
first feeling fear as orders barked
With sword in hand, and stalwart heart
The battle... is the dying art.
"Let loose the dogs of war!" The cry
the want to go; to run, to hide
and never face the beast inside....
The hoard, the foe; the oncoming tide.
Then adrenaline pushing fear aside,
The anger, despair of those who've died
Fill you with rage, hate.... homicide
All for a kingdoms petty pride?
The clash of sword, and shattered shield
and cries of warriors who could not yield
Deafens the ear across the field;
So sickening.... The enemy's blood is spilled.
The battle goes forever on...
Til someone yells "The day is won"
Hate once again replaced by fear....
for the loss of those you held so dear.
At last, the homeward march begun,
behind.... the dead - The setting sun....
into the night, sad song is sung
Of battles lost, and victories won.
A Dark Age war poem by Rascal
Upon the field o' death you march,
first feeling fear as orders barked
With sword in hand, and stalwart heart
The battle... is the dying art.
"Let loose the dogs of war!" The cry
the want to go; to run, to hide
and never face the beast inside....
The hoard, the foe; the oncoming tide.
Then adrenaline pushing fear aside,
The anger, despair of those who've died
Fill you with rage, hate.... homicide
All for a kingdoms petty pride?
The clash of sword, and shattered shield
and cries of warriors who could not yield
Deafens the ear across the field;
So sickening.... The enemy's blood is spilled.
The battle goes forever on...
Til someone yells "The day is won"
Hate once again replaced by fear....
for the loss of those you held so dear.
At last, the homeward march begun,
behind.... the dead - The setting sun....
into the night, sad song is sung
Of battles lost, and victories won.