A Warriors Tale

A piece that was maybe made for music, maybe not. It is is about a tale about a battle of an old tribal war veteran in the tavern... It has some fantasy roots, some historical...

A warriors tale

We run with pride, towards our goal,
Our mind is dark, and flamable as coal.
To battle is, where we now run,
We know our way, will not be fun!

We won't see, another day,
Sensing danger, on our way,
Drawing closer, as it rains,
We march before, blood covered planes.

The sky is being cracked by thunder,
We see the troops, we are outnumbered.
The drums of war now burn our hearts,
We start to charge, the battle starts.

We hear the screams, we hear the horns,
As we draw our shiny swords.
Storm is raging, we cannot see,
The faces of our enemy!

They await, with shields held high,
As arrows fill and cut the sky.
As they retreat, they throw their spears,
But we are fast like forest deers!

We hit'em hard, shields crash and bash,
We draw first blood, as we start to slash.
Filled with fear, they start to run,
We chase them up the hills for fun!

No one will, forget that day,
The memory never passed away.
As now I finish, i drink my beer,
Ignoring all the laughs i hear.

Reviews

[connor]

Now this is my kind of poem! Shields, swords battle horns. the imagery, savagery and a blood thumping battle. simple, effective and visceral.

I loved it, you caught the heat of battle well in your poem. keep up the good work.

[Mirko Galušić]

Thank you! :)

[Quoting Ravens]

Nice metaphors. "forest deers"?

[Mirko Galušić]

It was written very fast, and I was too lazy to think about what I wrote there, so I left it unchanged :D for me the magic lies in unexpectancy of things that I will come up with, so some are good some are bad :D Thx for the review