Blazes Of Glory Poem by mark anthony st. rose

Blazes of glory,
The armor’s Knight.
Eyes of courage,
Prepares to fight.

The horses gallop,
Rallies his men.
Win or perish,
Fight to the end.

Clashes bloody,
Weapons hard fought,
Never surrender
Impressed in their thought.

Their king’s order,
They defiantly proceed.
Opposing death,
Though their soul’s bleed.

Smelling the salt,
Of their wives’ tears.
Promise of victory,
Quell all their fears.

Now beyond the graves,
Their ancestral summon.
Sending support,
Battle once walked upon.


Then amidst fallen men,
There goes a victory cry.
Swords sunken the ground,
As hearts ask-
‘ why? ’






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