The Battle Of My Life Poem by Nicholas Spandrel

ah the roaring of the battle field,
as arrows fly and swords clash,
lives are taken by the demons within,
as we so hope that our hearts endure,
the last life a sight for sore eyes,
as everyone stops to bow at his side,
the battle has stopped but none have won,
as darkness falls on the endless day,
as i have hoped the day has come,
that so the battle would soon end,
but as we see it has ended with blood,
but as we hear their cries for help,
As they are looted of all their treasures,
for pirates reign on the battlefield.