Where Gales Veiled the Moon

The redolence of nightfall hanging in the air
The rain dripping off their tangled hair
Later this night it would be blood
As the eerie sound of the horn fed the rising storm

Under the cloud covered moon they rode to battle
To a desperate dark with no horizon
Hundreds of flags waving in the wind
Restless shapes awaiting the call

The sea of swords rose into the air
Their final warcry echoed through the skies
A tempest unleashed as the clouds burst
And their rising surge about to wreathe all

A thousand slayers raging on the battlefield
Eternal felt the burden they had to bear
Triumph for the lost ideal their deeds had sealed