his armour gleaming bright
her sits erect, stiff and stern,
though his face and eyes are kind
Head to toe in silver iron,
Right hand upon his sword,
blade unsheathed across his knees,
He keeps watch without a word
His eyes scans all around him,
every inch of a green sea
memorizing the lay of the land,
he knows where he will be
As he gazes upon his troops behind him,
Their hearts and faces fill with hope,
Ans his very presence there
Strengthens every frightened soul
They don't know who they will face
in this next endeavor,
but with Him, their leader, at their head
the odds are are in their favor
The earth shakes, a trumpet sounds,
a terrible thunder in the distance,
The foe, long awaited, has come at last
to meet their shining lances
Soldiers all, they look to the hill
and see Him standing proud
They stand ready, for his word
and leave no room for doubt.
They see the Enemy, a terrible host
innumerable as the sand
But no one moves, no one fears,
For neither do the shining man.
Then, he raises his sword,
and visor down, shield at ready,
plunges down the hill,
void of fear, and deadly
And right behind Him, his legion strong,
a silver flash on black
meet their enemy head on,
never looking back
