Snowstorm
07/06/09, 09:50 PM
I hear a sound
This sound is foreign to me
I prepare my defenses
I muster what strength I have left
There are others with me
Others I must protect
Others that must protect me
All are tired, but we ready anyway
The sound grows nearer
The march of the enemy is now heard
We are all Warriors for the one and only
The beginning and the end
We get ready for another battle
This one we know we will see darkness
But the sun rise is another matter
Our hopes are few
Truly, our only hope is in convincing them
Our Enemy attacks with no reason
But we fight to defend ourselves
And to convince them otherwise
We rally forth to face this foe
The laugh at our size
We ready our weapons
And wait for them
Insults are thrown at us
We take them without retaliating
We speak of other matters
They spit in our direction
We do not wish to do battle
But they have other thoughts
They send a force equal to our size
And we prepare to do battle
A cry is heard from among their ranks
When suddenly the first group dies
We sign praises to him
We ask for strength
They send another force
The same size as ours again
We try to speak with them one more time
I notice doubt in some of their faces
We meet this new force
And two back away at the last second
The doubt etched on their faces
We beat the rest that was sent at us
I give a short speech to the rest of our foes
Some listen, some don't
A few leave the battle field
And a few run towards us, to help defend
We fellowship quickly
Then return to what we were their for
And see the whole enemy force move on us
We fall back to our original position
The enemy keeps on marching closer
We raise the Battle Cry
A small bunch of warriors of the One
Against many soldiers of the enemy
We would hold them back,
But only for a time
Their culture had no remorse for us
Our deaths were no futile, however
We cried out to the Might One
Our True Commander
And he indeed give use aid
And let a few of us get out
I was able to leave
A back way, to protect the new followers
They are now in heavy training
But will serve in the fullest capacity that they can
Our war continues
It may seem futile to those on the outside
We have lost, others say
But, true victory is when we actually see our Commander
For the rest of eternity.
This sound is foreign to me
I prepare my defenses
I muster what strength I have left
There are others with me
Others I must protect
Others that must protect me
All are tired, but we ready anyway
The sound grows nearer
The march of the enemy is now heard
We are all Warriors for the one and only
The beginning and the end
We get ready for another battle
This one we know we will see darkness
But the sun rise is another matter
Our hopes are few
Truly, our only hope is in convincing them
Our Enemy attacks with no reason
But we fight to defend ourselves
And to convince them otherwise
We rally forth to face this foe
The laugh at our size
We ready our weapons
And wait for them
Insults are thrown at us
We take them without retaliating
We speak of other matters
They spit in our direction
We do not wish to do battle
But they have other thoughts
They send a force equal to our size
And we prepare to do battle
A cry is heard from among their ranks
When suddenly the first group dies
We sign praises to him
We ask for strength
They send another force
The same size as ours again
We try to speak with them one more time
I notice doubt in some of their faces
We meet this new force
And two back away at the last second
The doubt etched on their faces
We beat the rest that was sent at us
I give a short speech to the rest of our foes
Some listen, some don't
A few leave the battle field
And a few run towards us, to help defend
We fellowship quickly
Then return to what we were their for
And see the whole enemy force move on us
We fall back to our original position
The enemy keeps on marching closer
We raise the Battle Cry
A small bunch of warriors of the One
Against many soldiers of the enemy
We would hold them back,
But only for a time
Their culture had no remorse for us
Our deaths were no futile, however
We cried out to the Might One
Our True Commander
And he indeed give use aid
And let a few of us get out
I was able to leave
A back way, to protect the new followers
They are now in heavy training
But will serve in the fullest capacity that they can
Our war continues
It may seem futile to those on the outside
We have lost, others say
But, true victory is when we actually see our Commander
For the rest of eternity.