The Clash of Steel
By Christopher Joseph Gautrau
Visions of a long lost time fill my mind
With sights and sounds of glorious battle.
Steel strikes steel held by mighty thews,
As warriors confront the face of Death
With grim determination, sword in hand.
Vicious grins spread on barbaric faces,
As enemies are driven before them,
And the women cry with a hopeless fear.
Conquerors come for the spoils of war,
With violent rage, and lust in their eyes.
Sated, they lie with fierce wine induced dreams
Of the honor and glory they will win
When next they encounter a bloody foe.
Tomorrow they awake to march again,
Until, once more, they hear the clash of steel.
