THE LAST MARCH

THE LAST MARCH

They march in silence with sad, hardened faces
Knowing that this is their final day
After winning battles in many different places
This is where their bodies will end up today
They marched all day long and into the night Until the rise of their fiery red sun
They will not run, even though this is their last fight
They have fought and will all die as one
Outnumbered by thousands of the Steel Riders of Doom
There's no way this will be a battle they will win
But they must fight until the last fading moon
Even though it means here is where they'll meet their end
Battle flags are raised showing the emblem of their home
Lines of Steel Riders is all they see on the horizon
Where that line ends is truly unknown
They're all on edge, every sense heightened
All are having last thoughts of their loved ones
Their wives and children they'll never see again
All are afraid but they must do what must be done
They say silent goodbyes to family and friends
They march towards certain death, full of many fears
Picturing the black swords that will cut them all down
The whispering screams will be the last thing they hear
As they see their fellow warriors fall from all around
Onward to Montolothia, the kingdom of the black mountain
They stand, awaiting their arrival at the mountain base
Blood will be spewing from cut limbs like fountains
A gory death is what will be their fate
But they still march on, they must be brave
Not to run off like cowards but to go down fighting
The final battle that will be remembered in this age
As the black clouds up top shoot forth never ending lightning
As they slowly march on and never slow their pace
On they go, marching on to their death
Thinking of their loved ones until their last breath.
©2013 Darryl Mouzone