Victory?

• Christina Lockett, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2005

Our swords of light,
Are shining brigt,
In the rising sun at dawn.
And the herald of woe,
To all our foe,
Is the ringing of our horn.
With courage we fight,
Our opponent we smight,
In glory the battle is won.
Yet our swords of red,
Now mirror the dead,
In the light of the setting sun.