The Last Man Standing

The war drums boom across the fields
roars of anger fill the mind of warriors
as weapons are unsheathed and blades shine in the sun
consciouses scream for mercy
waiting in painful Patience of who will make the next move
watching as there is an eagerness to fight
as the eyes scan the battle zone of which so many must fight
finally, a scream comes from which so many are waiting for
all hear the word CHARGE as a ocean of bodies move
as the come closer the eyes of the enemy are visible
the breath of these fighters rise to the sky
a struggle of power circuits through every soul
after the bloodshed, a man looks across the field, and stares into the unblinking faces of his fellow warriors
he wipes the blood of his sword and walks to his home, awaiting peace

*a battle between heaven and hell*