They, across a dusty field did doom defy
The tabards too and flags did fly
The clarion call and trumpets all would vie
For blood on barren ground, so many cried
Crossed blades and carried shields
Reflecting sunlit sky
Men draw closer to their deaths, knuckles white, lips sealed
Faces grim and calloused hands on blades of steel
Marching all as one- fathers, sons, and brothers share in fear
Hard men feel nothing, boys shake as horses rear
Soldiers all, remember only death they deal
Great men and beggars arm in arm, on the battlefield
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Author:
Reivax Camlost (
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- Comment from author about the poem: No man turns, no quarter yields All men face their fears on the battlefield
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Comments2
Inspiring.. your words evoke a vivid image.
Liked this one as well...good imagery. The flows good. I really enjoyed the read.
Thanks again, feedback is always valuable.
I have a lot of other work, some similar, some not. I'll publish a companion poem to "summer song" tomorrow, that I've already written.
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