The Final Stand

This is a poem about someone who is preparing for battle physically and emotionally.

Strike the Skin Tray!

Gather and hide the women and children

From the red raiders of the day



Cut the curls from my hair

The peace is broken and done

Bring me my shield and spear

Pierce the Woad into my body

My blade is blood thirsty



Slash away the green earth

Command the blue mists to fade

Not the time to play!

Now is the time

The battle is mine!



Alone I fight my creator

  The Traitor!

The raider of my land

My life



Strike the Bodhran!

The war has come

The peace is broken and done

The creator is dead

The traitor is gone

Strike the Bodhran!