The battle rang with steel clashing against steel,
and the whistles of arrows meant to kill.
Yet there was a lone woman on the field,
surrounded by enemies.
Attired in light leather, she looked demure
even with a long sword clenched in her fists,
raised to her opponents.
A roar ripped through her and she charged.
She parried strike after strike
lashing out in studied motions
And sliced the men down in a blood rage.
It held its grip and she looked for another.
Another enemy to lay to waste.
Her sword was coated with gore
But did not dull her blade’s bite.
Glancing at her brothers-in-arms,
She saw their opponents drop.
One
By
One.
Until the shouts of retreat were heard
Filling the field in desperation.
They let the men run from them,
Tails tucked between their legs,
And they roared with victory.
She held her sword to the sky,
ignoring the blood covering her,
And watched the sun fall
setting aflame the field
In crimson.
Kember's Journey 
Excellent work. So much imagery with this one. I love the color crimson mentioned at the end…brought all of the bloodshed together in one vast scene. ❤️
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Thank you so much!!!! It is one of my vss from a bit ago, and I loved the violence of it. I enjoy a good old battle with swords and blood shed. 🙂
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I think you did a really wonderful job with this! Do you write this way often? I wonder what an epic battle scene would be like in poem form…
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Thank you again! I don’t think so…. I have toyed with after the battle type of thing, but not typically in the midst of it.
It would be interesting to see a poem like that… 🙂
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What vivid imagery you created – amazingly done –
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Thank you once more!!! I love your support! 🙂
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My pleasure always
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