I sleep, snug and warm,
Awaiting to be freed from my slumber.
The trumpets blare, loud and clear,
As dawn breaks over the field below.
I stir, slowly awakening
As my belt is strapped on in preparation.
I feel a hand, strong and sure,
Grasp my hilt in readiness.
As my warrior, proud and true,
Makes his way towards the line;
My blood starts to sing
In anticipation of the coming battle.
The trumpets sound again,
And I am freed, held high for all to see.
The battle has begun!
I yearn for the taste of blood upon my blade.
Fiercely we fight, my warrior and I,
Until the victory is ours, and the enemy has fallen.
When the battle is over, I return to my rest,
Until next I am needed.