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
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