The Battle Poem by kara towe

The prince of light took his bow and then he turned away in a shroud.
The king of peace was born and embraced the world alone.
War is at hand.
It races across the land.
Throw down your hoe and plow and race to the valley below.
The sky is filled with beings that mortals will never know.
Fight until the morning light through the thunderous night.
The Lord of darkness has taken flight.
The woe of the after math exceeds the pain of war.
Take in hand your sword.
The night is long and trecherous.
There are many demons to slay before us.
The tyrant’s face is red.
Many have fought and bled.
The king of peace sowed the seeds of happiness.
Raise your bows and slay the darkness.
The soil is rich with tender care.
Hearts do not despair.
Darkness fades into the morning light.
Heaven hears our plight.
Knights of heaven bring release.
Anointed we rise up in the name of peace.
We battle with a righteous helmet, shield and sword.
Together we will dine in the kingdom of our Lord.