The warrior's burning eyes swept o'er
The host of the enemy.
Testing his weapon's weight in his hand,
With no thought that he might flee.
Weary beyond what flesh should bear,
Bloody with wounds of war.
Determined to stay and meet the fate
The gods had named him for.
His flaming gaze swept left and right
Heart leapt at the sight displayed,
Comrades in gory unbroken line,
The best of his friends on parade.
Still to this day they recite the tale
Of those who held that battle line,
Stood fast till the enemy fled,
Ground stained with battle's red wine.
They chant the names of fallen ones,
And those who survived that day,
Offer homage to the warrior breed,
Who gave a gift no one can repay.
Donovan Baldwin