Poems of war

On a game called Tribal wars, I am the leader of a tribe. As a member is attacked, we often gather around and have fun while he's destroying all foes. Here I have a collection of poems, written by me, offered afar for the whole world to see. Well, only my private whole world, but someday... :D

My Tribe Brother is DwarfKing70, and the enemy is DancingWar.

For what the dancer could not find,
the dwarves would keep away from light.
In anger wrought, and malice bind,
the dancers charged toward the fight.

Through thick and thing, the battle flowed,
the stakes would higher and higher grow,
until their king, a mighty blow,
was struck down down by a mighty foe.

The spirits high, and polished blades bright,
The men danced to their merry,
While on the fields, prepping the fight,
Stood the workers of unright.

In foul surprise, they sought to take them,
A mar from which blood would stem,
But in bravery extreme, and through thick and thin,
The DwarfKing, his men would protect him.

As the sun rose, the darkness subsiding,
The enemies cries would be rising,
Their leader, with gnashed teeth despising,
would send his men on to their dieing.

"Man im saving this. This sounds like a narration followed by a jester singing a tune" ~DJ790

But the jester may sing,
and the jester may dance,
but his words have a sting,
and all round are entranced.

For the jester no jest tells,
With his high hatted bells,
As he sing and he dances,
with all foolish prances.

For victory served is a victory earned,
and from battle theres always a lesson that's learned,
For just as butter, that's been churned and churned,
The enemys units, he's stretched out proffered.

This is dedicated to the Eternal Brotherhood. May we stand forever.