The Fear Of War

The Fear Of War

The enemy draws their swords,
And raise their shields.
The roar of warriors,
Preparing to attack.
They are monsters,
They have no honor in life or death.
The smell of rotting corpses,
The fear in our hearts.
We fight a losing battle,
But we choose to stand with honor.
There numbers out match us 3-1,
I fasten my helmet.
I prepare my shield,
And I raise my sword.
We charge at the enemy,
Killing them for what they are.
I do this for my family,
I do this for my people.
I hear the screams,
Of the dieing people.
I see my troops die so fast,
As the dark lord approaches.
He looks into their eyes,
And sees the fear of death.

By Fred Smith