Art Of War ~ Poem
To give a man a space to lay
His weary head upon the ground;
The drums beat in the distance
Warning war is all around.
Will they come by ship or horse,
Wandering through the eastern blue?
Will they come by blazing force,
Bringing the vile or the true?
The cliffs have held our archers
Who silently wait, bows drawn;
For those invaders of the east,
They come with the crimson dawn.
Though they may know the Art of War
It courses through our veins;
The souls of our old silent ones
Shall carry our song to the plains.
Our song is one of triumph
To victory we ride;
Our Art of War we've mastered thus
they should run and hide!
Author: Gildenstar