This is a poem that I made for a friend a long time ago, and I think that ya'll might like it :)

The weight of steel in my hand

The shield and the spear

People lying across the land

Cries, no ear to hear

I crawl, raising my head

The dust is raised in clouds

Around me is the feeling of dread

I do not make a sound

Fire in my heart and soul

I get up on my feet

With fierce determination I go

Refuting the last defeat

Battle cry

Ringing across the land

Tinged with scarlet

Visibly shaking

They topple under a mighty hand

People stir

Nations rise

When they hear the sound of my

Battle cry

Renewed strength flows through my limbs

Our army rises from the ground

The Enemy stands, hearts full of sin

Gathering all around

Resolved, I swing

Ignoring the pain

Salvation I bring

I did not fight in vain

Justice is brought upon their heads

By men of great renown

Those who are weak, those who are dead

Will be roused by the great sound

Battle cry

Ringing across the land

Tinged with scarlet

Visibly shaking

They topple under a mighty hand

People stir

Nations rise

When they hear the sound of my

Battle cry

We do not fight for riches, vengeance, or fame

We fight to protect his mighty name