The Call
i am burning.. waiting for a sign..
hear the trumpet call.. hear the sound to arms..
Ultra League is on.. Battle things are joined..
a whisper here, a whisper there.. who's the man in white?
stain'd with bloods, eyes like fire; sword he holds, voice like waters
restless pawing, horses neighing; the air crackles, silent as light
yet charged; the silent voices of numberless ones gone before,
dead, yet still alive, silent yet speaking,
waiting to join in the noise, not heard here
on earth,
but resounding on high.
then a hush.. a wait..then a trumpet blast, long, loud, clear,
ringing so loud in the silence of the hearts,
silence still.. then a step, a hoof forward..another step, another hoof forward..
souls burst into flames, the cry of uncountable voices roar across the plains of the battlefield as we charge into battle
the blood-stained One leads on a white horse, sword-as-a-tongue,
eyes like fire, voice like thunder - He charges relentlessly ahead
we follow behind him, all hands on deck..
then you wake up.
your soul stirs at the sound of the impending battle.
to war, o saint, to war!
Copyright © Osayande Osaghae | Year Posted 2016
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