Dark skies loom over head,
Their swollen bellies waiting,
A rattle, a boom, and a light rings forth,
The field is illuminating.
Legions of silhouettes creep forth,
Shoulder to Shoulder, their shields held high,
The archers stood, arrows notched,
Awaiting to let them fly.
Hoofs and boots trod through the mud,
Their sound drowning out even the thunder,
And here stood a man atop the wall,
Not afraid of what lay under.
No man spoke, though many did pray,
The young men coward in fear,
But one man stood bravely,
He knew he'd die right here.
With a gruff shout, and the twine of string,
Arrows gave flight to the sky,
Through the rain and muck of the man-made hell,
Many souls soared as their bodies would die.
There was little time to brace them,
The archers fumbled for their quiver,
Then came a crashing and a horrible shake,
It sent even the man a shiver.
Large boulders were flung through the air,
Their intentions upon the wall,
Came crashing down sending men flying,
To their deaths many would fall.
No time was given for the men to recover,
The wall was splintered through,
And despite the brave man being a leader,
He hadn't a clue what to do.
Ladders slammed against the battlements,
Too many to throw back down,
More rocks slammed into the wall,
And more men flew to the ground.
It was grim, the onslaught coming,
But there had to be hope not fear,
And despite the massacre they found themselves in,
One defender began to cheer.
All friend and foe looked upon him,
His gesture obscene and broken,
But extended his hand and he pointed out,
No word even need be spoken.
Upon the horizon daybreak gave way,
And with it bore good news,
For the reinforcements had arrived,
Without a moment to lose.
Came forth the hell from those mounted riders,
Heads rolled before their steel,
The invaders upon the ground below,
Turned upon their heel.
That day, many men were spared,
Though prisoners were not kept,
And as the defenders met with their allies,
On each other's shoulder they wept.
Heroes, all of them, were born that day,
To go forth and tell the tale they had written,
Of the wall that would not falter,
And the enemy that was smitten.
For this is but one story,
That any man shall come abound,
When they find themselves a warrior in,
Melee: Battleground.
