I wrote this when I was quite young, and I did a painting with the same name to go along with it. This was the second poem I got published. The painting is in my pics. Not to be confused with my painting called 'The Sound Of War'.

I wanted to be like Boris Vallejo.:-) I did a lot of fantasy paintings at this time in my life. I'm creating my own identity these days.:-)

The Sound Of Battle.

In the long hot summers, there was talk by candlelight.

Where old foes became brothers, for the forthcoming fight.

Each brother scoured his lands, in search of every vassal.

To lead them in their bands, towards the sound of battle.

A king came from the brothers, a mere boy in his years.

Though unlike all others, he could brave a man's fears.

Many questioned his right, to sit upon the throne.

So the seer spoke of the sight, when the sword drew from the stone.

The glory of the quest, all hail the boy king.

Fills the ranks with such zest, how history will sing.

Side by side men listen, they fumble, and they prattle.

They listen for horses rumble, the first sound of battle.

Such a unity of colours, such a bonding of skins.

Then a moment my brothers, to pray for your sins.

Sword and spear glisten, then Death's chains rattle.

For Death also listens, for the sound of battle.