Jason Pack

Rookie - 31 Points (February 9,1997)

That Night - Poem by Jason Pack

In the early morn,
We hear the horn.
And as we rise,
It slowly dies.

And as we prepare,
For what no man would dare.
And as we charge,
Upon that barge.

And as we yell,
Right into Hell.
They brandish their swords,
Those unholy hordes.

They raise their flags,
Those putrid Hags.
They smile and sneer,
As we draw near.

They scream and bellow,
Their eyes run yellow.
They rush our line,
With their painful whine.

And as we fight,
This glorious night.
We watched in awe,
At what we saw.

Upon an ivory stallion,
With a Holy Medallion.
He swung his sword,
Upon that horde.

And with all holy might,
Put an end to that night.

Comments about That Night by Jason Pack

  • Alex Medina (5/6/2012 8:24:00 PM)

    This is a FANTASTIC poem! I always loved medieval battles and magic; that kind of stuff. The way you kept each stanza short and still kept the imagery and story going is amazing. You are, by far, one of the best poets I've heard of. (Report) Reply

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  • (6/12/2011 10:28:00 PM)

    Nice poem. Full of great sentiments. The poem is rich in imagery and style.
    Great write indeed.
    I give it 10/10.
    Kindly read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, June 13, 2011

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