Day 31. 128 pages, 58,328 words.
Sometimes my fancy takes to flight
My mind’s eye taking wing
I picture young folk raised to fight
Young voices chant and sing.
A force both daunting and well-trained
Would march upon our foes
All would surrender, fearing pain
From a multitude of blows.
In time, my mighty army
Might have conquered by the sword
A raging sea of warriors
A murder-dealing horde.