Joined: 21 Nov 2009 Age: 33 Gender: Male Posts: 47
28 Jan 2010, 6:15 am
for centurys man have been fascinated with words but yet there are thousands unknown to the fame to which a poet claims now submit your words heere and forge your place in the memories of all thse who read (i will hopefully be publishing them in a book dosent matter how long or short can be any subjects but all will be taken into consideration)
Joined: 21 Nov 2009 Age: 33 Gender: Male Posts: 47
28 Jan 2010, 6:34 am
the relentless drone of the drums
beckoning forth those who walk behind the repeating rhythms
a mirror image from the centre of the field both marching at same pace
slowly building
horses round the outer
infantry at the front
archers at the back
the ground shakes
here come the machines
massive towers of wood and iron crawl on over the unforgiving terrain
the drum beat stops
faces locked
wishing for the other to back away
some of the younger soldiers
fresh recruits
look eager to rise his sword in the air and claim the first life
the more battle hardened know
the horrors of those they have left on the field
all those years ago
demonic rage fills the bodies of those standing
they're ready
horn blows
feet keap forward against their enemy
sword and spear
sheld to shield
arrow to arrow
mostly matched but with one difference
one to defend their land
one to take it
a central line carved by the clashing formations
never moving
tug of war in reverse
metal against metal
valient men start to fall victim to their leader's will
some hesitant
they didnt want to fight
"the first ballista is ready"
"hold it steady"
"FIRE"
flaming shafts tipped with deadly points fly through the air
the invincible war machines collapse
their duty done
but not for the soldiers
fight to the death
we cant hold the weak
the thrill of ripping apart those who are hated
the fear of loosing
the adrenaline
this is whar war is all about
this is why we fight
not just for king and country
this is personal
its over now
shattered souls devoid of spirit leave the blood-soaked sands were their friends and foes once stood
weeping widdows collectiong their loved ones
children kept blind to the horrific sight
they rest in peace now
their rage settled
the victorious ones walk away their flag rased high
their land defended they return home
they live on and march
onto war once again
this poem was a tribute to the battles fought in the roman and medieval ages and also to those who died
28 Jan 2010, 6:15 am
