272. Mental Swordsmen Poem by Jaden Knight

For several days they have held
the narrow bridge to his mind
against the army of swordsmen
massed against them in their yellow robes
no chance of food or rest
yet the two refuse to leave their post

Their green and blue robes are torn and slashed
though no wounds show through the holes
their bows hang useless next to empty quivers
but their swords remain as sharp as new
ready to repel any attack

Though they can't defeat this army themselves
they are happy to hold them back
until their reinforcements arrive
and then the attack can be ended

For now they battle on alone
no friendly voice urging them on
but the sound of their own companion's encouragement
never sure whether they will be standing tomorrow
but more than willing to fight for it.