Brilliant (poem)

Brilliant

Brilliant mirrored sunlight crashes
Rough along the arc of heaven.
Waiting for the brazen trumpet,
Standing firm against the morning.

With companions, armored shield wall
Surges forward, hear the screaming.
Thunder of the feeding war god
Round the castle walls resounding.

Storm of blood o'er takes the armies,
Washing clean the slate of grievance,
Soaking through till weary evening,
Leaving only ravens feeding.