Before the Battle

BEFORE THE BATTLE My dreams bold dragons fight Men in grim faces follow me by night. My dreams across strange lonely roads will cross Shuddering cries of pain before me toss. I wake --and weeping roars from hanging trees Across the angry rivers my fear is seized. I am weary and feel so alone. Where are the heroes –where have they gone? Where is the honor-- valiants grabbed from distant lands? Where are the sharpened spears eased by mighty hands? Where are the whispering stalwart Gentle hearts Yet stinging bees On the faces of my ancient enemies? Find the armies of my friends. Send them to me Before my battle ends. Morning light will find me yonder by that willow But Tonight my head Lies uneasy on your pillow. Victoria Anderson-Throop 2013