Drums of War

Although I do not like poetry, I do enjoy the casual epic lay. So, this is a "lay" that just happened to come to me this morning, and was, again, written by itself. I keep finding myself more and more just a conduit for the writings that I "create".

A rumble far and away, a rumble that sounds astray,
It bears memories of old, it bears doom to all.
A red sun rises today again, A red sun that despairs all men,
Memories of carnage and gore, memories forgotten nevermore.

A rumble sounds again, this time closer, closer to the end,
A rumble that bears honour and courage, that defies terror and death,
A rumble that instils strength beyond all pledge, leaving men bereft of their breath.

The Drums of War and thundering, and with them battle is looming in,
Despair you can not, since fate misses naught.
This battle has to be met, a battle from which you won't be kept.

Ravaging all who stand oppose, vicious fiends, enmities of old,
Demons who summon all woes, spirits of horrors untold.
Yet a hero must arise, a with him hope make anew
The hero who in us resides, the hero who is always true.

Him who defies carnage and gore, and is spoken if in ancient lore,
Him who death can not keep, and who comforts all those who weep.
He is the one who rallies you to his side, the one who in you wants to abide.
Make your stand, forget the past, your true hero and saviour has arrived at last.

So cast away of doubt, and in joy begin to shout,
for the drums of war fall silent, and with it all who are violent.
So make a stand, and make no move, for your life is about to improve.

Author's Note

This is only my second attempt and anything even close to a poem, so be gentle.