A Yorkshire Poet Poet Dramatic Verse

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.

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