“To the fight!” cried the warriors as fire burns in their souls.
Battle cries for victory
against their foes.
Warriors move in conquest over
their enemies' holds.
Walls of iron and stone are moved
with ease as war drums roll.
Bat'leth to sword,
blood to blood will flow.
Victory comes as the prize, yet honor is served its deaths delight.
Into the dead of night the warriors
never slow.
To space to mend and repair, warriors weak yet ready to fight.
Challenges await; death stands
as an open gate.
For we are Klingon,
the warriors of Kahless never abate.
by K'Tully