anita147_268 wrote a poem titled Battle, but the word means something different to me and I want to share it. It's amazing how a single word can mean a thousand things, depending on who's listening.

Grip holds tight and pounding
The hum of hearts and hell-bent hands
Screams of yells of agony
Feet planted in dirt, blood, sand
Take the hilt
Take the wound
Take the beating of a drum
Take the ache and
Take the pain
Just take it 'til it's done

Cry the call and now surrender
Let the war crows feast on eyes
Stand and face the hopeless venture
Face the field where brave men die
Take the bow
Take the shaft
Take the shot and scream at Hell
Take the pain and
Take the flames
Just cut and kill the fell

Blow the horn, now hold head high
Facing fate and ill design
Raising shield and sword once more
Hold the line, hold the line
Take the blow
Take the gore
Take what is and was before
Take the dark and
Take the night
And take the battles of war