The Men Of War Poem by Maverick Jones

Smoke rising above the battlefield of pure pandemonium,
my sword is heavy made of zirconium.
Killing my enemy left and right feeling no remorse,
they had no chance against our strong forces.
Booming like thunder we march to the beat of the war drum,
the sound alone would make any true coward run.

The enemy is taking there last stand,
losing there land that they stole from our fallen dead hands.
We slam hard into there walls of weak shields,
by the end of the day were own the field.
Spears flying through the air,
battle cries coming from everywhere.

The last line scared knowing there about to be burned by the sea,
one last battle for them and there wings will set them free.
We charge roaring like a fearless wolverine,
there is no use stopping this war machine.

The land that we violently fought for is there death sentence,
I look into the eyes of my men seeing no repentance.
This battle allowed us to gain our wings,
I can already hear the Valkyries sing.
The enemy finally gave into there final line,
pausing for a moment smiling at there decline.

The forces collide pushing back the intruders killing most with a single slash,
rushing through there line in a flash.
The intruders lost the battle and enter into the war above,
fighting along side there ancestors and everyone else they love.
They left the war and entered another,
always fighting alongside there brother.

The men of war fight the heavenly battles keeping evil from us,
so we can process into success.
The men of war will always be there watching over like stars in the sky,
fighting back all the evil that dares comes by.

October.5,2013