A Call To Arms

By Laura May 5, 2016 In the distant breathing of their battle cry drums Hate gave way to beats of former sons The bitter taste left by slowly fading dreams There lies a better place in these war torn seams The distant clicks of 100,000 guns Who knew that my life had really just begun? This battlefield of demons in the november sun Their Glistening armor and a deed now left undone The evergreen grass blows gently in the wind Fingers firmly gripping on weapons of sin Knowing that it's too late to lay these arms to rest Finding patience in the wait; I put my hand on my chest My heart is pounding to the beat of the drum The battle cry sounds as the morning sun comes With the light breaking over the snow capped peaks Stampeding of masses and the chaos they seek I didnt know I could be as strong as this To fight the war and save time for a kiss As the blood is spilled and the cries die down I drift into a peace only warriors have found