This is not a poem
This is my last breath
It's the  fight of my life 'cause tonight I dine with death
From here I can hear them scream as our city burns red
The flames flicker to paint a picture with the fire light
As I write my last sentence, my fate puncuated with a firefight
The rein of this arsons arsenal ends tonight 
I see the sea lined with there torches
As my peoples feet hit the beach to meet their forces
Forced to the  shore to worship the warships
Armies have fallen by talk of their numbers alone
and with each army defeated their number have grown
Intimidations there greatest weapon
So, If I have no army I'll go it alone
If I have no arsonal I'll sharpen my bones
And stretch my flesh into war drums
I want them to know with all their senses when this war comes
so they see, hear, smell and taste defeat
Falling to the feet of a one man fleet
This is the price of deceit