The drums of war they pound

Approaching steadily faster

Vibrations shake, through his skull they sound

A signal of approaching disaster

So many words, so many thoughts

Yet formation of speech is impossible

The wind, it whips around his face

Quickly moving, refuge is for what he sought

For the drums, they seem unstoppable

His heart begs for grace

Faster and faster he proceeds

For only when faster than fear itself

That is when the steady pounding of the drums recede

For fear may lie on the blades of a lion

But courage floats on wings that soar