King of Kings

Amongst a battle, a King leads by example. With such a proud and fierce leader, his army comes out victorius.

Two armies face off, standing fierce and proud
Ten metres forward, not giving, any ground!
The only sounds, the clinks of metal armor
Heartbeats go quiet, the breaths get calmer
'Til not even the slightest sound to be heard
Not the croak of a cricket, or the flight of a bird
Until hearts are in throats, and the time has come
To make war, and kill, and do what must be done!
A proud king steps forward, quiet before the storm
"BE READY MY BROTHERS"!!.. then the army takes form

With a wave of pride, the fierce warcries start
With tears and fear, straight from the hearts.
With baritone voices, passion note for note
Bursting through the lump, building in their throats
With pride they start, although no one knows
If the chants strike true, but this is how they go:

"Rise up! And charge! And fight, comrades!
Fight from dawn to dusk, 'til sunlight fades!"
"We duck, we roll... We pounce and strike!
We fight our way, 'til the dark of night"
"We take piercing arrows, We bleed from cuts!
We fight on, still, because we know we must!"
"We jab, we sweep... We kill with pride!
We push on, comrades, standing side by side!"

The proudest king; he then starts the charge
He doesnt slow his pace, with passion large
His brothers follow behind him, but he doesnt wait
Today he'll fight on, until he meets his fate
He takes three long strides, and then jumps amidst
The first poor foes, who are sliced to bits.

His brothers arrive, crashing into the enemy wall
the line starts to faulter, but it doesnt  fall
The proudest King, his armor shining red
Finds his target, and puts a mark on his head
The next foe in the way, gets cut right in half
As the proud King fights forward, he chooses his path.

The enemy king; the brothers hes standing behind
Wont stop the proud king, as he breaks through the line
He pushes through, he sweeps and he blocks
He stares at the King, until their eyes lock
He takes grip of his sword, and with all his might
He lifts it behind him, and it flies through the light
The sword flies true, and goes straight through the head
The proud king laughs victory; his proud armor blood red.
The enemy stumbles, they run and they flee
The proud king calls out, and shouts, "VICTORY!!!"

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

War create great emotion. The poem was powerful. War and battles are in minutes and seconds. In seconds a thousand men can fall and the battle be decided. I like the way you made the King lead the attack. In a real world. If the leaders of countries were on the battlefield. Would war be so wanted? A strong ending to a excelelnt poem.
Coyote

[hopelessromantic]

great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Lily Mae]

Very powerful and descriptive.. I felt as though I was in the middle of it all..xx

[Lina]

I love the contradiction of the how war is conceived. With pride and glory death and blood! This poem definitely strikes true and can be read in almost any way!

[L]

Powerful piece. Good descriptions and good symbolism too (whether or not that was intentional). Nicely done :)

[BabyBluee]

wow incredible!! I looved the way you made it rhym throughout the whole poem...and the ending was classic, very nice

[Pratik]

This is really wonderful writing!! What i liked about the poem was it was very picturesque.. I could visualize the proud king advancing and emerging victorious.. it was truly wonderful Frank :)