i stand in a field sorrounded
lucky for me i am not alone
those sorrounding me are allies
row upon row of great soldiers

then out of the night comes rain
but soon to our knowledge not rain
it is truly a hail of unlit arrows
they blend into the night sky

many fall all around two to the left
four to the right six on the front
three from behind me cry out loud
i fling my shield to the sky hidding