Battle

Distant drums booming,
A rhythm I can't see,
As I wait impatiently,
Astride the wings of my destiny,
Have they come?
My sword at ready,
Vengeance is always sharp but often not steady,
Perhaps today my life hangs by a maybe,
I swing and breathe,
Soon to be blod-clogged air,
And high above in golden skies,
Skim death and decay,
The horns scream out,
Brassy challenge,
And we charge onward,
The battle is upon us.

~Rei Shiori