Poem: Facing Death

The Addition:

A sad bunch, to imposing paths resolved,
facing daunting mires were soon appalled
that the swelling river they were to cross
over its bridge the hungry waves now toss.

Standing was sinking for presence of mud.
Before them was an impassible flood,
but it was a wall set behind their backs,
nothing would make them recover their tracks.

The once allies, pressed to ally again,
where soon made sure that the weather would win
by the clapping thunder above their heads
fiercely striking the ground where their path treads.

Part 1: The Sacrifice
Part 2: The Rebel’s Council