by H. Williams on Friday, January 20, 2012 at 7:15pm ·
With an Iron will
And a disciplined manner
We rise, to meet their spears
with our valor!
"Shields up!" I scream
To warn my troops to take cover
"Bare bravely the onslaught
Of the fast falling arrows!"
I smile, facing death.
My old foe seeks a friend...
He'll stay lonely
A while longer
He will not take my men.
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