Battle Calls Me

A cycle of poems «Your Wounds Are Deep»

In the stillness of the dawn, where the shadows start to fade, 
I feel the whisper of the ancients, in the silence, they invade. 
Their voices echo through the valleys, like a tempest in my soul, 
A call to arms, a sacred pledge, to reclaim what’s been stole. 

With every scar that marks my skin, a story etched in pain, 
The blood of brothers on my hands, their sacrifice remains. 
I rise from ashes of the past, a phoenix born of fire, 
The battle calls me once again, igniting fierce desire. 

Battle calls me, hear the thunder, feel the fury in my veins, 
With every heartbeat, I remember all the losses and the gains. 
Through the storm and through the chaos, I will stand and face my fate, 
For the honor of my fallen kin, I shall rise and never wait. 

The clash of steel, the cries of war, they pierce the heavy air, 
A symphony of anguish, as warriors lay bare. 
I charge into the fray with fury burning bright, 
For every soul that’s lost to darkness, I’ll be their guiding light. 

With a heart that beats like thunder and a spirit forged in strife, 
I carry forth their memories; they breathe within my life. 
In the chaos of the battlefield, where hope begins to wane, 
I’ll fight for every dream they had, for freedom’s sweet refrain. 

Battle calls me, hear the thunder, feel the fury in my veins, 
With every heartbeat, I remember all the losses and the gains. 
Through the storm and through the chaos, I will stand and face my fate, 
For the honor of my fallen kin, I shall rise and never wait. 

As arrows rain like bitter tears and shadows dance with death, 
I’ll scream their names into the void with every labored breath. 
For in this brutal symphony where life and death collide, 
I’ll carve my path through blood and bone; I’ll never run or hide. 

The ground beneath me trembles as I wield my ancient blade, 
A warrior’s heart is unyielding; in this dance of death, I’ve prayed. 
With every swing and every strike, I channel all their might, 
For in this battle’s raging storm, I am their guiding light. 

Battle calls me, hear the thunder, feel the fury in my veins, 
With every heartbeat, I remember all the losses and the gains. 
Through the storm and through the chaos, I will stand and face my fate, 
For the honor of my fallen kin, I shall rise and never wait. 

So let the legends whisper of this warrior so bold, 
A testament to courage in a world both fierce and cold. 
As long as battle calls me forth and echoes through the night, 
I’ll stand as one with shadows—an eternal flame of light. 

Battle calls me! Feel the thunder! Hear my battle cry! 
Through the fire and through the fury—into legend I will fly! 
With every step I take on this path of blood and bone, 
I’ll fight for those who came before; their spirits guide me home!