War

the war presses near..
time pass by and the preparation seem in disarray..
the enemy seems ready..
ready to pounce on the dying men..
yet morale is low..
strength is weakened..
days draws near to the coming war..
all hope seems lost but a lonely torch in the icy snow..

"light it up. the beacon of hope"
commanded the leaders of the pack..
yet it just seems to late..
its all too late for the last minute preparations..
its all too late for the reinforcements to arrive..
you have to depends on ourselves now..
to improvise to the situation..

preparations seems ready.. but it is not..
food seems enough.. but it is not..
water seems to suffice.. but it is not..
the war seems to depend on this battle.. but it wont..
there are two to be determined..
two so important and close..
both battles to be won..

no tears is expected..
no heartaches or disappointment..
with the coming war that draws near..
what preparations are left undone..
may just be undone...
the war..
the victory..
the lost..
it all lies within the days..
time..
so important..
so dead..