The Citadel by Jack Pescatello
Rush into the castle, git yer armor on!
Smell the bastards comin, fer they'll be here by dawn.
Dismissin simple thoughts, fer I'll defend whats mine
Scannin the horizon, you see the armor's shine.
The people are all paniked, as far as ye may tell.
Get the women an the chil'n into the citadel.
Now yer life'n safety ain't yer lone concern,
Second on yer mind if'n yer home may soon burn.
Arriving at the castle gates, the first of arrows fall,
The first of blood is shed as their army strikes'er wall.
The battle rages on, and'n bodies start to pile,
To find yer home is ruined, sanguinarily defiled.
Another life be lost, deaths rollin thunder clash,
Metallic resonation with ev'ry sword'n halbreds clash.
And now the battle's over an'their army's on the run,
But it dont matter to ya fer your life be done!
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