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Fantasy battle
by Richard Trotter
Our troops are on the retreat
Our forces are pulling out
Before we are all victims
Of a merciless rout.
Rushing through the forest
The things with dripping axes
Howling, and ready to collect
Their fill of crimson taxes.
The evil King is riding
Alongside his armoured legion
Who rule with a silver fist
Over our dying region.
Climbing over broken bodies
Ready with gorgon glances
The witch strikes out finest fighters
Into terminal trances.
Beneath the cowl of darkness
We hurry to our bases, until
The glorious day we can reclaim
Our palace on the highest hill.
10/25/2006 Posted on 10/25/2006
Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter
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