The Awakening. .

As they sat in the darkness of the ominous night,
Sharpening their steel for the 'Holy Fight',

Over that what was to come, he did now ponder,
What The batllefield'd stage, he did now wonder.

Would it be like it had been said before;
As promised by Him, as had said the lore.

Would he come today, whose side would He take ?
Or would they be those, the final hour who'd be forsake?

How many'd fall today? This day would he hear his knell ?
This day was he destined to darkest corner of hell?

Aware of it, bewildered, he pushed his fears away;
With veneration he rose, aloud, his men to say.

"Today we fight , for that which our fathers fought",
Yet inside his heart he knew, that, they'd already forgot.

Inside him today,something rose like a tide,
He pushed it away , with angst ,a flush of pride.

"This is what we live for, that for which we die.
Ergo for eternity, in paradise thou shall lie.

Come has the time, people, for you'll to be brave,
Your faith to defend, your Gods to save."

And yet it plagued him ,a sinking feeling within.
He prayed for forgiveness;him to deliver,for his sin.

He looked at their faces, not one has squinted.
"My family I wish to return", not one has hinted.

They would fight today, for all they believed was right,
Dismissing all their fears, with all of their might.

Gathering all his men,he at the brink dawn,
Lead them to the field, knowing not what the day'd spawn.

Alas, there it was, a sighting in the horizon;
It had arrived, the time,the fields to turn crimson.

Thus, came into each other like waves; violent, against the sea shore,
Metal to metal, flesh to flesh, they crashed with a thundering roar,

Every minute someone took, that one last breath ;
Naive were the fools for what they embraced their death.

Still they carried on, the stench of death ran high,
And yet they persisted, for their 'gilted share of the pie'.

He fought with valor, but where was the honour?
It had him abandoned, at this needful hour.

That is when he saw him, the corner of his eye,
As he charged into him ,with a smile gone wry.

"He looks like a man, is made of flesh and blood,
Then what attribute differs us both, I've never understood.

He worships another God; He prays another way,
Yet he bears the same burdens, as any man may.

He is likely a father,also a husband and a son,
Then why is it I must hate him, for which deed that he has done?"

As he crashed into him, the man to fight him now tried.
From his slumber he'd awoken;to kill, the will had left his side.

As he pinned him to the ground, he saw him eye to eye;
A glimpse of compassion? A thrust, a gasp, a sigh.

In his final moments he did this sight but see,
He was but a man; a man just as was he. .

Then as the Archangel, started to pull out his soul,
He knew thatnow for him, the bell had now toll,

All that was worldly, at the moment he forgot;
And departed to eternity , but with this final thought:

"In my heart I know that this, here will not die.
Another 'Hero' will rise, to his people he'll lie.

Here it will not end, of hatred we sowed the seed;
Ay, this they will venge, this woeful spiteful deed."

Choked with tears he cried, at the scourge he'd conspired.
The blood on his hands; the damnation that it had sired.

He knew they'd fight again, just another Black day,
To his people he wished , all this he could but say.

He knew they'd fight again, just another fateful time,
About that bloody day, another fool'd make a rhyme...