BlackDawn
A wave crashes on the wall,
Shouts are heard ringing in the night,
Shrill cries of battle erupt from the other side,
Darkness is forthcoming.
We fight fiercely,
A constant struggle for survival,
Death now would mean the end of the world, as we know it,
Life would mean a greater chance to overcome the darkness.
When the darkest hour is at hand,
Hope rises through the gloom,
Now cries of joy are heard,
Through the clear ringing of the trumpets,
Tears run clear over mud
And blood caked flesh.
Many are lost,
But the side of good has prevailed,
It is a harsh reality,
However, everything requires a sacrifice.
(The product of me being bored after I got done with my Social Studies test…also my first LOTR related poem)