A Thousand Years in All

Death to a man!
No surrender while
this Legionnaire is
in command!

Archers make ready!
Lancers stand steady!

Bowman fire!
Lancers full step ahead!

Swords clashing,
arrows flashing,
Blood splashing.
Death is celebrating
this bloody fray.

This is Rome’s saddest day.
Out numbered ten to one.
They will fight to the end,
for they know there’s no
other way.

On the ground their
banners have fallen,
the anguished wounded
are calling.

The Commander;
"Upon my sword I shall fall,
all is lost for Caesar’s
honor on this crimson
battlefield today."

For it’s the mighty
Legion’s last call,
a thousand years
in all.

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2004

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