They will fight today
They will fight tommarow
All the while
Their expressions full of sorrow
As the enemy nears
but a thousand paces
The soldiers hold their ground
keeping defiant faces
One of the thousand, a leader
stood with a solemn face
As the enemy came hither
pace by pace by pace
For a moment, he closed his eyes
and beheld things from the past
Times of feasting and joy
From the fertile spring of last
Upon re-opening his eyes
he saw to great surprise
One of their men, a draconian
Riding out, alone, unaided
Against the army of the hated
The men looked from one to another
With doubtfullness, uncertainty
Not wanting to help their brother,
Thereby ending their lives for eternity
At that moment the man knew what he had to do
there would be no running askew
He took up his helm
wrought of silver and gold
And roused all the men
to all of them he told:
Our brother is in dire need!
Any of this why do you not heed?
We must go and follow his path
So the enemy will feel our wrath
Thats all i have so far so n e comments and/or critiscism would b appreciated
