Hour of Need
Rise, warrior hearts and draw your sharp sword
And forever relish this timeless deed
Written by blood history will record
To fight, perhaps die in hour of need
Let the earthen floor be stained red this day
As you cut their flesh on our sacred soil
Yours, the last face seen, their breath slips away
To perish from Earth by hands most loyal
Let your arms draw strength from your iron heart
Let your heart draw strength from your darkest soul
Keep not a memory as they depart
Be the reaper of death in this hellhole
Rest not in the mist of battle, or die
Claim victory only beneath the sky
9/6/20 contest A warrior sonnet
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