A Warrior's March.

Unfurl the banners, let them fly,
Sound the trumpets in the morning sky,
At dawn's first light come marching in,
A human sea,
A silver din,
Raise the standards,
Raise the cry,
Swords ring out: victory's nigh,
Drums a thunder, a warrior's march,
Arrows a flying, a burning arch,
Come ye brave ones who dare to taste,
The heat of battle,
Towards glory with haste,
Onward march, hearts a pounding,
Like horse's hooves on the earth a sounding,
Mail a glinting,
Steel a singing,
Herald triumph in hearts a ringing,
So unfurl the banners and let them fly,
To live in glory and in honour die.

©2006 by Geeta Boodansingh