Hold Out

Stones crumble like ash, banners loose like smoke,
The black rain assails upon the hearth that's broke.
Dregs of yester wine, candles fighting for breath,
Shields brittle, swords blunt, horses twisted by death.
Our heroes fall or defect, the bards try to elevate,
As the night watch reports of a shadowy trebuchet.
How small our towers look, how lowly our ramparts…
But hold out! The King will return with His vanguard.

A lament for fallen brothers

~Poet of Ephraim

This reminds me of Yeats "The Second Coming" but with a happier ending.

As usual, great work!

Thank you @Seeker47

I had a look at the poem you mentioned. Thank you for referring me to it. It was a powerful read.

Great stuff. Honestly one of the most exciting things I’m looking forward to. At the time when soldiers have fallen all around us, when the enemy seems most unstoppable, when we’re hungry and hurting and tired and when the world calls it foolish to continue hoping, THAT is when the King redeems us in the most powerful love that surpasses comprehension.

Amen @News_from_Heaven ! What a triumphant moment it will be. HalleluYah!