The heat is fast upon my form
It sits in judgement all around
The sweat that drips is wet and warm
And I can’t hear a single sound.
The deafness leaves an empty wake
And bodies lie out ripped and torn
The reapers watch for souls to take
And there seems never time to mourn.
It’s hard to not lay down and die
When all your world is turned to scorn
And in your silent hell you lie
Waiting just to be reborn.
When you wake it’s not to peace
You find yourself so battle-worn
And looking quickly for release
You reach for chains that did adorn.
But nothing keeps you as before
And then your ears are opened wide
And sounds of battle jump to the fore
And you see nowhere left to hide.
And all the monsters rush the hill
They come for me a mighty swarm
I clench my fists in rage to kill
For in a battle I’ve been reborn.
I stand alone without my chains
And look for weapons on the hill
The thunder claps before the rains
And all the earth seems mighty still.
The bloody earth grows full with mud
And mixes hot with all the gore
As lightning flashes overhead
I see the monsters in my war.
Their screams are piercing in the night
I raise a sword over my head
I plant my feet prepared to fight
Knowing that I’ll soon be dead.
But just before the flesh met steel
I heard a horn blown long and clear
And saw the standard of my liege
And there was no more room for fear.
I gave a shout that turned to roar
And hacked and slashed as torches shone
And as I raged in deadly war
I knew that I was not alone.
I heard my master in the fray
Calling me up to the fore
And so I swung with all my might
And so is born a dog of war.
7 thoughts on “And So Is Born a Dog of War”
Why thank you.
Flattery will get you all kinds of places you never meant to go.
If that is true, I should think the wise person would not be tempted to flatter– Cheers and blessings!
I hope they’re nice places!
No promises there.