The sky was mid-night black,
They were ready to attack,
Their eyes blazed like the roaring sun,
Ready to fire like a loaded gun,
Their thirst for revenge made them strong,
The fight will last all night long,
The Rain was tumbling like their tears,
But nothing could save them from their fears,
The thoughts of defeat was their flaw,
To fight to the death was the law,
The fight will be severe,
The Enemy draws near,
The King stood tall and proud,
The enemy brought sorrow like a rain cloud,
He drew his sword,
Ready for the Onslaught,
The enemy had sharp knives and broad shield,
But the men had weapons the enemy could not wield,
They stormed the wall like water on rock,
The men used their shields to block,
They began to fight,
In the darkest hour of twilight.
I like your poem so much! An extraordinaire that I could read over & over again! thanks for sharing!
a bud of new talent The Rain was tumbling like their tears, But nothing could save them from their fears, The thoughts of defeat was their flaw, To fight to the death was the law,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love it.. someone who ryhmes like me.. thank you