Eve of Battle

Myriad hearts will break tonight.
A thousand souls will lose their dreams.
As your spirits wane and fall,
as your silent voices call,
who will see your final flight
across the fields of blackened light?
Who will know your agony,
a riotous cacophony
of frightened, frantic, frozen screams?
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Men at arms with armor shining
waiting for the battle call.
Your fates the gods are now designing.
Tomorrow's dawn will find you lying
on the field of honor dying.
That is all.  That is all.

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