Lines in the Sand, Draft 2:

Chances for peace are slim,

Through thick and thin,

It's us or them,

Stars' glaring gaze,

Lightning strikes sky,

Water pools quickly,

Hooves rush rapidly,

Warriors gathering gallantly,

Animals rearing riotously,

Lines drawn in the sand,

Fires burn brightly,

Wind whipping flags,

Capes billowing boldly,

Nostrils flaring fiercely,

Swords slash coldly,

Blood spills swiftly.

Chances of survival as slim,

Through thick and thin,

We say it's us or them.