a painful battle.

Assembled as one, we await her command.
To move forward –the time has come.
We faced this clash eight seasons ago.
With my pawns, we put on a star-studded show
And won the war,
Defeated the enemy –though barely.
Retreated, recovered, they’ve now reacted.
Responding with rage, awaiting their resplendent glory,
They race towards our rampart, reducing rock to rubble.
I can but predict where from they’ll attack
And I know but how I should react.
Clueless and confused I pick each option
But indifferent and nonchalant, I do so without caution.
Thousands of creatures form rows and columns
Disfigured, scarred faces –they look foreign.
Their aura of evil I could feel.
Thorns and spikes designed to kill.
They confuse you tell no right from wrong.
West to East and North to South,
They fill.
My spaces filled are not one but none.
I’m outnumbered now, there’s not a chance.
Darkness reigns for it has won.
My white sheet’s stained red with slashes
Coupled together leaving holes.
I’ve failed this battle but yet I hear cries
Of joy and success…
I bleed to death.