The Art Of War Poem by James McLain

The clash of steel, the sound of strife,
Courage on the edge of life.
In shadows deep, where silent warriors tread,
The art of war is written in red blood.

Strategies whispers in the night,
Unseen maneuvers, fading light.
The mind, a weapon sharper than steel,
In cunning plans, the fates of men.

The battle's heart, a rhythm fierce and cold,
Where honor, pride, and fear are bought and sold.
The field, a canvas, painted in flesh,
Smoke still lingers in the air.

The victors' cries, the vanquished shamed,
The art of war, an ever-changing game.
But peace, a prize no conquest can hold,
Is hidden in the silence of the sword.