Rebellion

 

A colonel wielding a heavy sword
Cuts through an enemy soldier,
Who charges in a vain attack
To stop the tide that flows before him.
He runs ahead and never looks back.

 

Even as the young colonel stabs,
The advancing line wavers and falls.
Upon the thrust of the enemy band,
It breaks like a delicate piece of glass
Dropped from a tiny child's hand.

 

The rebels break through the ranks
And advance to the city they call home,
Which had fallen several years ago
To the advancing hordes of a distant land,
Who saw in their king a dangerous foe.

 

They take back what was stolen from them.
Inch by hard-fought inch they move,
Pushing back those that stole their home
Because the land was full and rich,
And pushed the false king from his throne.

 

At last, their goal is finally won.
The invaders flee back to their home,
Never again to leave their land
And fight that country far away;
To fight that fabled rebellion band.