Whispers Of Lore

Upon them last stance

The commander bellows urging advance

No man stray

No other chance

Witness myriad warriors trotting in trance

To the fray

Terrors enhance

Soldiers fighting by their camarades askance

Sword meeting lance

Lord of death and his ravens dance

Valley and tor

Thrusting pikes and flaming arrows soar

Crimson sky

Nostalgic of yore

Men are drowning in the sorrow and gore

End draws nigh

Tremor and roar

Voices curse the animosity of war

Whispers of lore

Riders dark have awakened four