Oncoming

Drums beat
Drums roll

War on the horizon
The Seas roar
The Skies furore
the Ground shatters
the Wind clatters

The walls of the Fort shake
The heart of the Warrior shatters.

The might of the Oncoming,
The courage in Their stride.
The sharpness of Their eye
Their habit to inflict.


Nothing to stop them;
An endless deluge
Nothing to stop them.

Swords and stones
Bows and Bones;
Helpless, they tremble.

The Land taken,
The Waters in turmoil,
The Skies darken,
The Wind, runs away in foil.

Moment by moment,
Closer and closer,
The walk is not for much longer.