Last Breath

On the field, the battle begins,
One side loses, the other side wins.
Infinite losses, uncountable death,
Thousands of men will breathe their last breath.

The rituals commence, chanting and taunting,
Daggers and spears, faces so daunting.
Morale boosting speeches, end on a high,
The beginning is here, the ending is nigh.

The bowmen start firing, the infantry run,
All minds are focussed, on what must be done.
The launching of spears, an incredible shout,
In no man’s mind lays the shadow of doubt.

They meet at last, swords at arms length,
Now it’s a battle, of pure brute strength.
The swishing of swords, metal on metal,
Killing to win, ancient grudges to settle.

Cut through a torso, slash off a limb,
Forget about family, praying for him.
Sword raised up, for the final blow,
Bring it down hard, to end his show.

Hours pass quickly, lives slowly end,
Torture continues, following the trend.
Infinite losses, uncountable death,
Thousands of men, have breathed their last breath.