Warriors Poetry: Battle of the Darkest Hour; By Stefan Gitman & Anna Souhradová

Battle of the Darkest Hour

By Stefan Gitman & Anna Souhradová

A.k.a.: Amberpaw & Goldfog

Warriors, we stand together

To fight a war guiding us to bliss.

And although we fight forever,

We can still love and have a deathly kiss.

We fight for our clan,

Forever we share this dreadful fate.

And I don't know how long I still can,

Fight for my loving mate.

For my clan, for my friends, for my kin,

My fear coming from deep within.

My pain coming from my heart,

Before the battle can even start.

A weakness, that is what love is said to be,

A cruel curse, probably,

But it is different for me,

For I've learned to love passionately.

You see a sparkle of hope in our eyes,

But in the end we still say our last "goodbyes".

I have to embrace my gift, my skill,

Prepare for the battle that lies ahead.

And as long as I have a will,

I'll know when everything has been said.

But when I see a clan mate lying dead on the ground,

I am blind and deaf to everything around.

At first the cat's terrible fate I cannot believe,

I know that for many more moons I will grieve.

And I wonder how many other cats will follow this one's fate,

My fear is growing great.

Like an eagle soaring through the air,

Like a hawk, that anything can see,

And like a powerful bear,

That is how Warriors must be..

And you feel as fast as a jaguar,

As strong as a tiger,

As brave as a lion,

We fight as we have never fought before,

So much depends on this battle, of that I am sure.

We will fight until the last Warrior drops dead,

His pelt soaked in blood, dark red.

When no honor remains,

The battle shall take end,

And there will be no complaints,

For death shall be sent.

I realize the other side is winning,

My head starts spinning,

No! How can this be?

There are too many cats fighting me!

StarClan help us, give us power,

This is the Darkest Hour,

Don't let my clan mates die!

Don't let them, so early, join your sky!

But there is only one cat, which must be killed so the battle can stop,

The leader of BloodClan must drop,

The cat, who has to kill him, is I,

So I shall do my best, I shall try,

Or else in the attempt I will die.

Loveless is the spirit that gathers us all,

Loveless is the infinite fighting call,

Loveless is the heart at the end of war,

And loveless is the cry of ancient lore.

We fight for what is right.