Maybe I should have said this at the beginning but these poems can mean anything and are designed to make you think.
Deep darkness
Soft pounds
Slowly getting louder and louder
Fear, panic makes its run
War cries echo through the chamber
Swords clash
Strings are strumming
A howl sounds from the battle field
A lasting silence
Heat approaches
A flame of terror
Footsteps hasten
A lone man stands to fight
Fresh air washes away the stench
Nine there were but now only eight
A man stood to fight
And faces his nightmare
Thanx to Evenstar Elanor and cookie-crazy for their reviews.