The Battle Field

The cheers of the crowed

pumping of adrenalin

O, how delightful

is the sound

of a coming War

Trumpets sing

the duchess twirl 

as the young Lords

march the feild

the drums thunder

hearts face

O,how wonderful

is the sound

of a coming war

A taste of sweat 

hit after hit

pounding of feet

leading thine opponent's defeat

grunt and screams

belows of rejoice

O, how wonder full

is the sound

of a waging war

Blazing lights 

screeching whistles

O, the god of war 

scores

Roars of glees

cries of joy

O, how delightful 

is triumph 

Like the glory days

O, Ares

you have wreaked havoc

upon your foes

no fare wells

from the Lord of War

for his is the

field of war

O,how disdainful 

is the sound of 

an ending war

for is return is unknown 

yet his team yearns

for his return 

O,Ares 

return to your team

of mortal friends

for a war is near 

on the feild