War And Pieces

A thousand shields glinted
A Thousand spears clanked
A thousand hearts pounded
A thousand thousand breaths waitd.
For a single cry.
War.

A lone sword arose in the ranks
A shrill call split the air
And it began.

A zillion arrows blotted out the sun
As battle raged
Blood flowed like a river in spate,
Death was the epitome of life
The cries of battle lessened
As bodies fell.
And the earth shrank from the madness.

Finally A horn blew.
Dusk Descended
And the dead were counted.

The dawn was crimson,
As the conquerors looked upon the battlefield.
The conquered lay vanquished
And the horizon cringed upon a sea of death.

The victor raised his sword
And Pierced his heart.