The moments before dawn,
Still and silent,
No breath of wind
To stir the cool air.
The sky is turning grey,
Birdsong breaks the silence.
The soldiers awake,
Hushed whispers discuss plans.
Jingling of mail,
Soft clank of padded armor.
The towers roll,
Cross the gap with nary a sound.
Grim faced soldiers climb ladders,
And sneak silently
Over the walls of the city.
Naked blade,
Drawn shaft,
Steal past dark houses
To the castle gates.
The watchman starts,
What was that?
The guard is roused
And the battle begins.

The End

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