Call to the Fallen

My latest writing in my "Fallen" series.

Call to the Fallen 

Still and calm it waits. Slow and steady it builds. Sorrow and fear continue to rasp its heart as it stands ready. The trumpets sound the thundering battle call. Soon there will be no lines but one. Trepidation holds its heart, rushing forward through its veins cascading like a torrential flood. While courage rises like a morning tide as the ground beneath its feet begins to tremble. A slow whisper like thunder stirs through the air, compelling it to move forward. With riven legs and a steeled heart it hears the call. A beckoning for mortui to be whole again and a summons to rise. Steady is the will that compels it but shaken is the hands it wields. Again the thunder sounds and hope is kindled, but retracted. Like the sound of honey it draws the willing. Through the haze of doubt it rings true. A steady tone that eases its heart and steals its soul. A call to the fallen and a purpose to the forgiven.