A Lost Cause

• Robin Hutchinson, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2007

The soldiers all go marching out to fight for their kingdom,
Fear is on the faces of every single one,
They know that they will not survive, they are very blue,
But they will fight none-the-less to prove that they are true,
They charge towards the enemy with blades above their head,
It is very clear that soon they will be dead,
The swords do clang and metal scrapes, voices cry in pain,
Shields split and the battle goes on till every man is slain,
The other army stands there, nothing breaks the silence,
Until one small man emerges in a last act of defience,
With malice in his heart he darts across the bloody plain,
Even though he knows that his fight is all in vain,
He runs into the front-line and cuts down twenty men,
Eventually he pauses when falls another ten,
A soldier runs up and with his sword, pierces him through the chest,
The blade emerges from his back, through his chain mail vest,
The man drops dead, the last hope is lost, the army progresses on,
The castle falls, the king is killed and then the battle is done.