Lines in the Sand

Chances for peace are slim,

Through thick and thin,

It's us or them,

Stars' glaring gaze,

Lightning strikes sky,

Water pools quick,

Hooves rush in rapid tandem,

Warriors gathering gallantly,

Animals rearing riotously,

Lines drawn in the sand,

Fires burn bright,

Wind whips flags,

Capes billow boldly,

Nostrils flare fiercely,

Swords slash cold,

Blood spills swiftly.

Chances of survival as slim,

Through thick and thin,

We say it's us or them.