Battle Poem by Mira Graves

On cold winters night,
fighting with all their might,
fearless warriors in their right,
run with laughs to join the fight.

Red intrudes the snows pure white,
battling for the great just knight,
his hearts bravery wins in height.
Duels begin as a bird takes flight.

Seeking hope and a shred of light,
an ending in victory close in sight,
all see the triumph colors fly on a kite
and cheers of joy fill the sky so bright.

(I apologize if there are grammar mistakes. Please point them out so I can correct them!)