Siege

These walls of stone serve as armour.
Because of them civilians are calmer.
Yet still huddled in shadowed recesses.
Waiting for this to all be over.

One way or another this siege will break.
Them upon our walls or us upon their stakes.

Food is spent and water is in short supply.
They’re trying to wait us out hoping we’ll all die.
But foolish invaders have no clue.
We will not fade so easily for you.

One way or another this siege will end.
Them when they assault or us from withering.

Days have long since turned into weeks.
Fate can be cruel if it is not being bleak.
Doesn’t mean we’ll lay down and die.
These are our lands and we fight for our lives.

Assault comes in the dead of night.
They scaled the walls but we set them alight.
Terror screams of agony filled the air.
Arrows rained down everywhere.
Reducing swathes of bloodthirsty forms to piles of meat.
They underestimated our will to defeat…
These savages who wish to kill us all.
Just so they can claim this corner that we hold so dear.
Now they are crippled by fear.
Retreating out across the marsh.
Freedom remaining in our grasp.

From that victory we did rebuild.
But only after we mourned our killed.
With no eye to exact revenge.
Instead we only wished to be left in peace.