Castle Walls

The sounds of drums beat around me as I man the castle wall,

A sight of destruction befalls me as we stand so tall.

Hundreds of soldiers grouped before me waiting to strike,

I watch them all whilst armed with a pike.

Our walls are high,

But I mustn’t lie,

I shiver where I stand,

As I watch over the land.

The sounds of horns echo around me as they begin to charge,

All off a sudden I do not feel so large.

The sounds off arrows whistle past,

As I think that this may be my last.

I raise my pike for my own defence,

As this wall turns into a fence.

I will hold my own as long I can fighting here right where I stand,

As I listen to the cry of the enemy war band.

On this wall I stand so small wishing I could be so tall.

Here we make our final stand.