victory

VICTORY

From afar they could hear it all

The sound of the approaching pain

As the rain whistled her way through their camp

The cold of a warm summer made their skin moist from sweat

Every soul on a stand

As kings turned generals

And the echoes of war made every tent a saint pit

From the deep nights they cried

A tradition to welcome victory

A bravery dance to bribe the gods

A burnt offering offered to the god of war

With their sacrifices paying its tribute to their ancestors

They scar their fears

Before the day breaks into dawn

They matched

 To the battle field they charged

Every one of them fearless before the eyes of death

Knowing that somewhere in the heat of this war lays VICTORY