The Battlefield

I am starting off with my poem that i wrote some days ago. Please read through it and comment. :)



Therein lies the majestic Battlefield,
Where was used the weapons and shield.
Long ago was the great war,
one which was much above par.
Their own ground the armies stood,
For this was the battle between Evil and good.
Hinged on it was the Future,
of the values,they nurture.
At their leader's shout ,at dawn,
the armies race and meet head on.
Each warrior is different in his own right
Yet there is something that unites their might.
Hunger for victory,determination and courage:
These surapass the magic craft of any mage.
these are no mean warriors that fight,
each is worthy of a ballad on his might.
Weapon to weapon ,hand to hand ,they fought.
Submit to the other ,both will not.
Warriors killed and were killed,but the battle raged on.
After all it doesnt end till one side has won.
The battalion fought with or without weapons or armour,
not caring if the weather was colder or warmer.
Legions were killed ,many commanders fell,
but neither side had an andvantage to tell.
The day when the lowest peoople did the greatest thing,
Victory was for the good side and their King.
The efforts of his army went,not in vain,
As the dark lord fell ,never to rise again !