Literature
another day
Another Day
Sixty six hundred the army stood strong
The one at the gate won’t surely last long
Hitched on dragons as black as the night
“Surely he is not ready to fight”
They raise up their blades with hatred in eye
The one at the gate stands ready to die
They charge him together, every sword, every claw
The one at the gate looks on without awe
As fast as the wind, they’re on him at last
He raises his hand as done in the past
Back into hell, the demons all fall
The world marches on, still blind to it all
