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