The sudden change from the horizon.
Thunder is heard in the distance.
It draws ever closer.
Unwavering to the dark blue cloudless sky.
The wind picks up into a maelstrom
that blows against the tents with a vengeance.
The lanterns sway back and forth.
Their flames doused by the raging wind outside.
The sun rose from the east
only to reveal the worst.
The army already marches.
The enemy is coming.
It is time to sound the alarm
before the battles start.
The cold steel of the horn with its bland taste
is blow and the camp wakes.
It is now or never.
Victory or loss.
Death or survival.
That is all that is left.
(I chose the Quoted title Poem)
The line I used for my title: (Next day the trumpets rang early in the camp)
This line came from the Hobbit. If the page is needed it is on page 246 (paragraph 1 sentence 1).
