The Lancer's Last Stand Poem by montana hohensee

The lancer waits..
For the break of dawn he awaits
Waiting to fight
To fight his enemy that was forced upon him
He is waiting...
His weapon drawn
There is no turning back
The lancer remains calm as the enemy is waiting also
The fight will start
It will start at the break of dawn
But he knows the odds
He knows he might die
But the lancer also knows
His land is at risk
Now he must hurt
Now he must kill
Now... the battle will wage
At the break of dawn..
For all is lost if the lancer looses
For all is lost if the lancer falls
For he will wait till dawn
At dawn the lancer will fall
At dawn the lancer will loose
At dawn the lancer will wait no more
For at dawn streaks will go threw the air
For at dawn the sun will shed light
On his shining armor
For at dawn the battlefield will stand-alone
For at dawn the he will pay his dews
For at dawn his armor will be shinny no more
For at dawn he will wait no more

Dawn is here
The time is now
The lancer goes
He fights
But he knows he will not prevail
He knows he will fall
To the hands of his hatred
But only the hands of death will catch the lancer
As he falls from his horse
But the world will never forget the lancer who stood alone
The world will never forget that the lancer waited
He stood
He watched
He waited...

Only the brave will give the greatest fight
Only the brave will be remembered
Just as the lancer was
But boldness can only be found in the truehearted
But only boldness will stand alone in the face of death
For only the brave will save
For only the brave will achieve
For only the brave will wait as death comes trotting on the hill
With his scythe and his pale white face
With his dark gloomy cape
With the darkness plaguing the light.

Be brave
Don’t give up
Even in the face of death
Must you be brave
For you will be greater