To Fight With Such Might

[Izabella Riddle]

blood glistening on the moonlite ground
the encroaching armies like clouds on the grass
three teens standing alone
they the bravest of the world
to fight with such might
three days and two night without sleep
only 200 of 30,000 still standing
time goes by with the sun and moon
to keep their lives they know
to fight with such might
they watch as those they love
fall under the crushing blow
lighted sparks from weapons fly
they make sure they duck
to fight with such might
fists flying, legs kicking, time passnig
terror is alive in every heart
blood through veins runs cold
swaet drips into eyes blurring the scene
to fight with such might
the sun brings the dawn
they look on the destruction
the battle was won in the dark night
they survived knowing how
to fight with such might