The Warrior's Oath Poem by Asim Baadshah

Steel meets dawn with a sharpened gleam,
Eyes ignite with an unbroken dream.
The battlefield waits with a silent breath,
Promising glory, or promising death.

Armor sings as it meets the sun,
The march begins, the hour has come.
Dust rises high where banners wave,
A thousand hearts both fierce and brave.

The clash of swords, a thunderous cry,
Honor burns bright though men may die.
The ground drinks deep of sacrifice,
Freedom demands its sacred price.

Yet through the storm, the vow holds true:
To fight for the land, till skies turn blue.
And should I fall, let my spirit rise,
A legend etched beneath endless skies.

~ Asim Baadshah