The Battle
Twilight arrived before we could prepare.
The watch fires were cold. Not properly set.
Our adversaries we knew were aware.
But night would fall soon… no time to regret.
Armies had massed just outside of our sight.
We stood beneath stars, all chilled to the bone.
Enemies everywhere, ready to fight.
Together we huddled, somehow alone.
Generals plotted, attack or retreat?
But nowhere to go if we chose to run.
Down in our hearts we conceded defeat.
The battle ended before it’s begun.
Morning would find us all lying there dead.
Unable to fight the fears in our head.
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