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Poetry

Source: Youngsters, Adults

Author: Laura Watson

Title: The War of the Keep

The War of the Keep

In the country hidden from foe’s

Stood our keep where the river flows

I wipe the wet mud from forehead still

From the bloody battle in the winters chill.

 

We lost our weapons in the river flow

Swords and spears, Arrow and Bow

Me and my friend stand in the shadows hidden

In the mist of day which once was ridden

 

The First battle is over and a new one comes

Over the beating and bashing of drums,

No weapons to use, the people tattle

Will we all risk the open battle?

 

Will we defend or hide away?

Will we wait to be their prey?

I will not wait or hide at bay

I will not wait for them to slay.

 

Me and my friend look over the field

She picks up wood for mace, stone for a shield

I find a knife with written symbols aflare

Gasp it in my sweating hands and whip back my long hair.

 

Screaming in the distance, the war drums mournful cry

I will keep on fighting until the day I die.

Climbing into the fields, stalking in the corn

The ravens watch to see us slaughter through the winters dawn.

 

Ambushed in the crops we run then face our foes

The battle had begun and the ravens squawked like crows

The bodies pile up, and it was certain they would win

Yet I held my knife in hand slitting in bare skin.

 

Me and my friend were separated in the long hard fight

Many others ran back to the keep in a cowardly fright

But I stayed put and took more life

With the new found blade on my mighty knife

 

And as the battle drew to end the field was a flood

Of the evil men I slaughtered, as my knife dripped with their blood

And as I staggered out, covered in the mud

I noticed I was drenched with the wetness of my blood



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