Silence Is Utmost Dangerous

Standing along the cliff ,
To the edge of death .
Across the Gulf horned whiff ,
Making my very last breath .

From afar i hear the sounds ,
Wardrums , cymbals and snares .
Cry and echoe surrounds ,
As my man held their arrows prepared .

Ships of thousands came sailing ,
With sounding horns and drums .
The morale of my people were dying ,
As the terror and horror comes .

I stood stiff and watched ,
What my people had thought .
Its no time to hold any haught ,
As it has affected the way i fought .

Now the battle is lost ,
And the lesson is learned .
Never harass a silent dog ,
Or the curse will befall in return .