This Solemn Destiny
We stand here ready
But ready for what?
A whistle will tune
Our drill into action
We will storm the field
We will never yield
The rain falls down
The mud sticks
We look into each others eyes
As the tension pricks
Adrenalin flows
Electric energy of fate
The silence echoes
Hell opens its gates
They are waiting for us
It's time to go
To fight our ground
To face our enemy
This solemn destiny
But fight we must
To win this ground
But somehow we know
We will never see
Our loved ones smile, our hearts live free.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2016
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