10 June 2012
We lye in wait; united at the edge of the forest.....
Carried on the wind we hear strange voices As we look out onto the plateau Strange movements of shadows An "army" has amassed and gathered Tho no traditional army with guns nor bows and arrows
They march on towards our location So we move into our attack formations Red glowing cats eyes horizontal As their numbers fill the horizon; tall Beasts frothing with blood stained mouths Limbs awkward, twisted; groans loud
Our leader stands proud and firm For he has good history and lessons he's learned "ARCHERS AT THE READY." Came our leaders stern call Arrows lit and bow's now pulled....... "FIRE!!! LET THEM HAVE IT ALL......."
Loud whizz's as flaming arrows shoot thru the night sky Now it's their bloody turn to die
The flammables we had earlier poured out on the land Was now ignited as their whole "army" writhed around
"CHARGE" came the next battle cry. Horses galloping and lances held high Soldiers on foot determined; expectations were very high 30 minutes to wipe them completely out Not one of our soldiers had any doubt For each and everyone survived All lived to tell the tale to their waiting wives. All about the day the zombies had died We called it "The Final Stand" On 16th December Two Thousand And Fifteen A tale know known throughout the kingdom Of how the survivors had united to defeat them. Led by a leader who now reins as King Giving equality, peace, freedom and land To all those who fought at "The Final Stand"
2015 - The Final Stand • Opuss № I