Thursday, 6 September 2007

Fade to Red

Is this the way it ends, on a stubble field, as the sun is setting ?

Harvest given way to weaponclash and fall of men

Fear and fatigue forgotten, sword-arm moves unbid, parry and strike

Feet across and back as the shield-wall reseals

Nowhere behind and no path ahead

Only those whose strength withstands will walk from here tonight

Flash of blade, fade to red

© steve_roberts 2007