On the March

by Hawki

Poem: A war rages across the Old World. It is a war between Law and Chaos. Between steel and forest. Between truth and lies. Between fathers and sons. Between life and death. It is a world where the din of battle never grows silent, and for each warrior who falls ten youths take up arms. It is a grim world filled with peril and danger. Takes up your arms. It is time for war.

On the March

The stones well-trod,

The spears well borne.

The soldiers march,

With gaze forlorn.

…

Line by line,

With beat of drum.

Like many times,

A war has come.

…

Greenskins, Chaos,

Undead foes.

It matters not,

To war they go.

…

Boys and men,

March side by side.

In the coming war,

Few shall survive.

…

League by league,

The march goes on.

No songs are sung,

All joy is gone.

…

And then they reach

the battlefield,

Knowing that,

No side will yield.

…

And when it's over,

When it's won,

New boys shall fight,

Wage war as one.

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Sisters cry and

Mothers wail.

And their proud fathers,

Will tell their tales.

…

Shall say goodbye,

To all their friends.

For the Empire's war,

Shall never end.