The Battle Of Vain Hope

[tcs_tonsils_ 2829]

\8th of Tobias’ Bounty, 1961

“We are those who look Eastward.”

Your Pride stands before your Pain,

Sons and Daughters lost to hurt and shame.

So how long before you choose to yield?

Before you set down your foolish ideals?

 

Instead you took to that place of battle,

You come to be slaughtered like cattle.

You got trapped by our claws,

You got bit by our fierce maw.

 

You fell to our swords and spears,

Men fell because of hesitation and fear.

The forest around us washed red,

Spilled blood of the dying and the dead.

 

You should have chosen peace,

Now we have kicked you to your knees.

Why do you still refuse to yield?

When you are dominated on the field.

 

SIGNED,

THE NOBLE, Sir Marius ‘Wordsmith’ Lovetts,

 Appurtenant to the Chancellor, Baron of Hrenthorne,

Poet Laureate of the Petra, Knight of the Petrine Laurel, 

Protector of the Drakewood, Keeper of Fyreswake, 

Patriarch of House Lovetts, and Poet of Man.

 

Spoiler

Decided to keep this one short - Very similar to the battle. Good Job on both sides. 

 

[Haseroth 953]

Augustus stood in line with his war-comrades ready to fight the fleshtide come the next saint's year. "We shall win or we shall perish, it is sweet to die for one's homeland." He repeated the old proverb.

[monkeypoacher 6993]

Having weathered the Third Covenant Poetry Offensive, Hadadrimmon Harrenid applies a salve for his paper cuts and sets to work with a broom to sweep up the remains of his plumes and a wet rag to daub up spilled ink. He avoids looking behind him, lamenting that he had smashed his writing desk in anger after reading Marius Lovetts's newest composition.

[Gridlock 789]

Nikolai scratches his neck and wonders why kids these days think poetry is cool

[Crymson 481]

Hali smiled, and added this poem to his collection. “A fine account, though alliance skulls are likely too thick to appreciate it.”