AN: Hi guys, another poem. Honestly, I got this idea while I was showering.

Well, this story is just an idea I got, about fighting in a battle, I don't know on which it is based, it just might be about war. Honestly, this is one of those poems that write themselves.

Fighting is like a dance

We hit and strike at every chance

We move around in a trance

Fighting is like a dance

To our right, to our left

The weapons go above our head

On our feet we lightly tread

Fighting is like a dance

We hit and strike at every chance

We move around in a trance

Fighting is like a dance

Running through with a knife

Or an arrow snuffs out the life

Warriors some will stand or fall

Some will run and for help they call

Fighting is like a dance

We hit and strike at every chance

We move around in a trance

Fighting is like a dance

Wounded, injured, we're in pain

Still we fight through sun and rain

We will fight till our last breath

Or till the foes all reach death

Fighting is like a dance

We hit and strike at every chance

We move around in a trance

Fighting is like a dance

For those we love, we will fight

until the enemy's eyes, all fade of light

Only then, we will win

With triumph in our hearts, deep within.

Fighting is like a dance

We hit and strike at every chance

We move around in a trance

Fighting is like a dance

AN: So, how was it? Please review!