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