The Battle

Snare drum beat its transient tone
Spindly trees shook hard and groaned
Drop of water cleared the way
For the lives to end that day

Slashes fell and thunder called
Open field of ravens cawed
Fire ravaged through the place
Arms gripped tight in last embrace

Spinning round with outstretched limbs
Shooting lights burst high and dim
Little boy turned into man
Armor clasped and shield in hand

Squinting fiercely through the din
Waiting til the night rolls in
Whispers through the ancient cracks
Said you're never coming back.