Post by Aaron Graf on Dec 16, 2004 3:00:58 GMT -5
Drums and Horns
The city is surrounded, the battle is on,
No hope telling as to who will have won.
The people are in panic behind the city walls,
For all will be lost when they crumble and fall.
Nowhere they can run, too late to flee,
The grudge lines are now formed for the nobleman’s greed.
Bows are now readied and swords are drawn,
This fight could end after years, or maybe at dawn.
The animals won’t crawl, the birds dare not fly,
In a few seconds time arrows shall cover the sky.
The ballistae are ready with bolts in their quiver,
The trebuchets now have stones loaded making all men shiver.
Grunts and screams of rage so the front lines will fight,
And cavalry horses kicking the sky to display their might.
The General screams the order for the first line to advance,
While they march on forward, adrenaline pumping and minds in a trance.
A battle axe here, a long sword there,
And rows of body-sized shields all ready and prepared.
The sentries fired out into the setting sun,
Hundreds now died, the siege has begun.
The hearts of all men are pumping,
While loud war drums thumping,
Rams and siege ladders are prepared to break a hole,
While an archery war takes place to take the stronghold.
Long swords and scimitars are actively slashing,
While heads are leaving bodies laid down with armor for heavy clashing.
It would be a quick, glorious defeat the king would pretend.
While the battle waged on, it seemed it would never end.
For over a year the carnage continued,
While both sides, starving and fatigued had fallen warriors on the menu.
The walls are finally crumbling, the garrison seems beat,
They wanted to flee but there was nowhere left to retreat.
The walls are collapsing, the sad day in October,
While the last defensive line is made, knowing it’s all over.
The enemy charged at the line they had held,
They fought like crazy until the last defenders fell.
The attackers came in with torches, and burned every house.
They killed every father or mother, or child or spouse.
The city is crying, it’s in bitter pain,
The city is a fresh graveyard, for all have been slain.
The attackers have had enough, even when stealing all the loot,
They collapse with relief that it’s over and remove their blood-stained boots.
Wiping off their sweat thinking they’ve seen the bitter end,
Their king rides up to say they will attack again.
He said there are still enemies to kill,
Saying after a few more cities, the infidels will succumb to his will.
They still had more to ravage, even after what they were told,
While they watched nobleman’s squires carrying out the city’s gold.
The city was their worst nightmare,
Stained all blood red.
The city is now silent,
For the city is dead.
~ Aaron Graf
The city is surrounded, the battle is on,
No hope telling as to who will have won.
The people are in panic behind the city walls,
For all will be lost when they crumble and fall.
Nowhere they can run, too late to flee,
The grudge lines are now formed for the nobleman’s greed.
Bows are now readied and swords are drawn,
This fight could end after years, or maybe at dawn.
The animals won’t crawl, the birds dare not fly,
In a few seconds time arrows shall cover the sky.
The ballistae are ready with bolts in their quiver,
The trebuchets now have stones loaded making all men shiver.
Grunts and screams of rage so the front lines will fight,
And cavalry horses kicking the sky to display their might.
The General screams the order for the first line to advance,
While they march on forward, adrenaline pumping and minds in a trance.
A battle axe here, a long sword there,
And rows of body-sized shields all ready and prepared.
The sentries fired out into the setting sun,
Hundreds now died, the siege has begun.
The hearts of all men are pumping,
While loud war drums thumping,
Rams and siege ladders are prepared to break a hole,
While an archery war takes place to take the stronghold.
Long swords and scimitars are actively slashing,
While heads are leaving bodies laid down with armor for heavy clashing.
It would be a quick, glorious defeat the king would pretend.
While the battle waged on, it seemed it would never end.
For over a year the carnage continued,
While both sides, starving and fatigued had fallen warriors on the menu.
The walls are finally crumbling, the garrison seems beat,
They wanted to flee but there was nowhere left to retreat.
The walls are collapsing, the sad day in October,
While the last defensive line is made, knowing it’s all over.
The enemy charged at the line they had held,
They fought like crazy until the last defenders fell.
The attackers came in with torches, and burned every house.
They killed every father or mother, or child or spouse.
The city is crying, it’s in bitter pain,
The city is a fresh graveyard, for all have been slain.
The attackers have had enough, even when stealing all the loot,
They collapse with relief that it’s over and remove their blood-stained boots.
Wiping off their sweat thinking they’ve seen the bitter end,
Their king rides up to say they will attack again.
He said there are still enemies to kill,
Saying after a few more cities, the infidels will succumb to his will.
They still had more to ravage, even after what they were told,
While they watched nobleman’s squires carrying out the city’s gold.
The city was their worst nightmare,
Stained all blood red.
The city is now silent,
For the city is dead.
~ Aaron Graf
