Allegory

Move determined & slow as a tortoise.
Be aware that evil rides towards us.

Take comfort in armor yourself has made.
Then, into the rising dust of the fray.

Nick a dead brother’s weapon as you pass.
Become crash & slash as comrades amass.

Make a field of death from enemy trees.
Take them down as they come; head, heart & knees.

The job is in front of your sword right there.
The slow steady tortoise always beats hare.