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Yule Time March
All Legendary Warriors were asleep in their beds
Dreaming of Yule festivities with no feelings of dread.
For all were secure behind walls of stone.
With spearmen and swordsmen protecting their homes.
But in the distant the sound of battle was heard.
Their blood lust and battle fever stirred.
Up they sprang dawning armor and shield.
With song and sword they marched to the field.
Forward they moved towards a desperate plight.
Fire and smoke marking the terrible fight.
With lance breaking on shield and sword cleaving helm.
The Legendary Warriors fought to defend the realm.
They strove with the enemy might against might.
The spilling of blood under moonlit night.
Thrashing and smashing and breaking of bone.
Down came the walls under crushing stone.
The Legendary Warriors moved in for the kill.
With axe and bow and weapons of steal.
The enemy faltered then broke and ran.
With lance at their backs and their blood in the sand.
The battle was over but the war was not.
And vengeance fever still waxed hot.
But a silence fell across the field.
With dawns early light the carnage revealed.
So with a sigh and heavy hearts.
The Legendary Warriors did depart.
Knowing well the war would keep.
For at home their loved ones did sleep.
Weariness departed as they ended their march.
For the kettle was on the fire and hearth.
With loved ones greetings and children at play.
A time to enjoy this Yule time day.
Happy Holidays To All
Maximus2012
All Legendary Warriors were asleep in their beds
Dreaming of Yule festivities with no feelings of dread.
For all were secure behind walls of stone.
With spearmen and swordsmen protecting their homes.
But in the distant the sound of battle was heard.
Their blood lust and battle fever stirred.
Up they sprang dawning armor and shield.
With song and sword they marched to the field.
Forward they moved towards a desperate plight.
Fire and smoke marking the terrible fight.
With lance breaking on shield and sword cleaving helm.
The Legendary Warriors fought to defend the realm.
They strove with the enemy might against might.
The spilling of blood under moonlit night.
Thrashing and smashing and breaking of bone.
Down came the walls under crushing stone.
The Legendary Warriors moved in for the kill.
With axe and bow and weapons of steal.
The enemy faltered then broke and ran.
With lance at their backs and their blood in the sand.
The battle was over but the war was not.
And vengeance fever still waxed hot.
But a silence fell across the field.
With dawns early light the carnage revealed.
So with a sigh and heavy hearts.
The Legendary Warriors did depart.
Knowing well the war would keep.
For at home their loved ones did sleep.
Weariness departed as they ended their march.
For the kettle was on the fire and hearth.
With loved ones greetings and children at play.
A time to enjoy this Yule time day.
Happy Holidays To All
Maximus2012
