at the border

the beacon dies a message being sent
cut off abruptly but the warning's out
these limits no enemy must flout
guns are made ready bows are bent
rage and anger so long caged and pent
are released now an enemy's about
this is the moment for the old war-shout
courage and strength again are lent
a ragged force against our power arrayed
has no real chance and they already know
but still they want a fight and they will get
just what they asked for we have paid
in blood and pain and they will suffer so
for this incursion they shall much regret