Early mornings crisp cool sun illuminates the enemies Armour <br />His stallions breaths jars the air with snorts of deep anticipation <br />Thoughts race between victory, defeat, life and finality of death <br />Survive, <br />Thrive <br />The moment is nigh <br />Heart beat strong <br />Mind race fast <br />Remember everything <br />Forget nothing <br />Flags pushed by a forceful wind whip his nerves of excitement <br /> <br />Silence <br /> <br />The warrior scream <br />The surge is as waves eroding the shore of bounteous green <br />Thunderous thighs pound beneath quivering forelocks <br />Cool air exhaled rushes past and is left <br />Past tense <br />Breath <br /> <br />Eyes to the left <br />Raging eyes pierce from pale blue paint as scarlet screams <br />The thunder rolls, swords glisten as enticing Sirens <br />Contact, a force filled clash of wills and minds plus strength <br />Clashing swords, ideas beliefs blood plus guts and gore <br />Dust is kicked and raises past falling victims <br />Thuds as spuds in sacks <br />(Land) <br />Is what it all is for <br />Face down awkward or upon the broken backs <br /> <br />No time to realise that one who falls is he <br />Who thought and fought with all his will for all his life <br />And now just leave him be...<br /><br />karen sinclair<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wallaces-warrior/
