A War Song Shall Be Sung

A song will be sung as war descends Calling on Gods invisible hand Enemies horde crushed underfoot With no knowledge of why they came. Ships harboured in the bay Like sleeping sea serpents did they lay While out in the fields they gathered hay Never sensing where or what in the future lay. Horns and shouts destroyed the silence Swords and spears opened up the hearts Souls departed and flew away Never knowing why they died that way. Golden harvest turned to red Lika setting sun at end of day Left to rot alone and discarded Never made into bread for the departed. A song was sung as serpents awoke Slipping away under burning smoke Back to the depths of what hell they came Never to return that way again. © Andrew Provan McIntyre 2015-05-15