Coralville Public Library's Teen Zine
War by Phoebe
The tide is turned, electric's in the air;
great swords clash fierce with metal ringing true
huge horsemen thunder down to hills laid bare
and knives of silver cleave their en'mies through
In midst of this, a young boy stands alone,
a knapsack clutched towards his chest in fright;
his father just was ousted from the throne
his ma told him to keep all out of sight
Dark night is falling, bonfires roar up wild
to stave away the wolves and scoundrel men
the sky is clear and so the evening mild
but blood pools in the valleys and the fen
The war went on for twenty thousand years,
brainchild of men and all their hopes and fears.