War

To fight or not to fight?
The arrows scream past your walls and traps
Your men rush to the fore
You action a march as you look upon the kingdom maps

This is war, a fiery frenzy 
Every second you think, is a second lost
Every reflex decision on experience, is a victory
You decide the untold cost 

Yet again you start a rally with two family guilds you trust 
You have the opponents scout and know the first rally will not succeed 
You march steadily on anyway, as a death at war is a victory
Rally one is a loss, rally two is a loss - you are bent hands and knees

You know the end is in sight though, you dont succumb to self doubt 
You start the final rally needed for the magnificent zero
Your guildmates are weary, yes, but you press boldly on 
A cacophony of laughter in guild abounds as your rally hits - you are now a hero

The question is never to fight or not to fight
The question is - when do we stop?
Dare we say never ever
Dont be the soar loser or worse, a wet spongy mop

This is furious war - every second of every hour
You have entered an alternate dimension demanding your attention 
You leave, you lose your legacy and honour 
You stay, you win in measures outside of your comprehension

The family you can always depend on
The love of the game and friends you have never met
The beautiful glory - the thrill in the rally, the attack or the dense
The war that rages on no matter where you are lest you ever forget

There is a saying among honourable men
Amongst those that have seen death and beat it out
It may be hard to recount unless you have fought as a Knight
Not unless you have pierced the veil seeking the light about

It is as follows: 'You have been weighed, you have been measured and you have been found wanting' - A Knight's Tale

To the Goddess that heals, we pray never to be found wanting 
At Her altars we sacrifice those that we have captured and have been
We keep our oath to rise above in every battle
Arrows, fists and horses impale while walls are bombarded by flying aramament unseen

Victorious through the ashes we will be, not only martyrs but majestic in the execution of war!

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