Sounds Like the Vampire Abroad
Alarmed our gathered brigadiers
The dogs of war prick up their ears.
Sharpening their battle spears
It seemed the fateful hour had come
The plan came to fruition
These men were on mission
To quell the curs' sedition
In groups of ten they set abroad
All eyes upon the prize ahead
With gallant strides they boldly tread
To try bring back a severed head
Against the foe they bravely warred
Their battle cries most chilling
They were brutal, they were willing
And relishing the killing
A bugle call then pierced the din
The warriors looked about
They heard a desperate shout
'Twas what they'd feared--a rout
Running past their wounded kin
They fled into the distant hills
"'Tis what the war-god wills,"
Let us home to tend our stills
| Contributors: | N, Kansas Sam, Anon., DM, baoloa, snortules, F, Baoloa. |
| Poem finished: | 25th August 2003. |