Writing The Horde [PG-LV]

[Brasil]

A line of soldiers upon the hill,
Approaching ever closer but silhouetted still
Against the harsh yet fading summer sun,
Their lives are lost yet they're marching on.

To what victory, none can truly say,
But the shadows' peace hides in another day,
And the soldiers march on and on.

In the distance, their armor clangs,
And underneath, sweat mattes down their golden bangs.
Glintings of steel catch the early evening light as
Trumpets scream a wailful moan,
A howling echo that chills you to the bone.

The earth beneath your feet trembles at the horde;
It cracks and clefts like a hunk of soured alabaster board.

Here comes the march of war.

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Fairly rough draft. Just got down the basic ideas and so forth. Thoughts?

[Raiha]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]I'm thinking....when the Trojans were marched upon by Agamemnon and Menalaeus and all those other Achean nutcases.

Meanwhile Achillies is sitting there like "wtf mates?"

And the reference to alabaster keeps me thinking of Hera of the White Arms, as refered to in the Iliad translation by Mr. Fitzgerald.[/COLOR]

[Godelsensei]

[COLOR=Gray][FONT=Courier New]It's so intense, you had me half-expecting something along the lines of, "And then the forwardmost frontsman let out a great yawn and they all concluded that it was a silly thing to waste time doing, and went home early for dinner."

Heh.

Gives me an idea for a piece, actually.

I like the way you managed to make it rhyme without making it silly. Very commendable.

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