Onslaught

The tribe as whole stands as one,
And in silence they wait,
The hill rises yonder,
And he waits to ponder,
Darkness must descend.

The omens all pure,
The eagles fly,
The sun kissing our luck,
And the priests call for war,
but patience is never mastered.

Lay steady,
The horses kept quiet,
Battle will surely commence,
The time is not right,
Soon it shall turn,

As he turns,
All nine commander turn to him,
And he gazes into their eyes,
Fear rides nowhere,
For there is just one vision.

Oliver knows the dragon lair,
He awaits them to lie asleep,
He needs a few brave men,
The army must wait,
For this is only for a few.

Fire bearers always fear,
Oliver knows no fear,
The sea of thorns far behind,
The kingdom of his distant,
The lair of the dragons yonder.

Darkness falls,
And the onward march begins,
Slow,
And shallow,
Unsheating thier swords,

They move,
Queit,
And hollow,
Into the marks of earth,
Deep into the dragons lair.

Into formation,
A steady gallop,
Further upon the lair,
The dragons know
The dragons lay awake.

Oliver stunned,
He needs to fly,
So turns on his neighing horse.
Flee!! Retreat!! The Command!!
Scatter!! Run!! Danger Danger!!

Back to the hills,
The dragons fly,
Fire rages across the hills,
Fear riders all across,
Burning bright the countryside alight.

Many die,
The dragons fearless.
Oliver, Melanthius,
Lie as if in stone,
Hidden in a cave.

Smoke rises from the lake,
The water burning,
Dragons breathing fire,
Most stunned to stone,
This war has just begun.