Warrior
Beyond these ramparts lurks the mangy foe
Set to leave our red bodies in the snow.
The sultan of mayhem smirks and awaits
To grant harsh orders to decide our fates
With his swarming dragons outside our gates
And kill our love and peace that he hates.
Quarter will not be asked, and none given
For by bloodlust his jackals are driven.
Courage! We must fight for our wives and kids
Lest all our heads be stacked in pyramids.
Is our story to be scribed in dust
And whisked away by the whimsey of winds?
Yonder the sun will arise in glory.
Today that must also be our story!
9/9/2020
Copyright © David Drowley | Year Posted 2020
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