Siege: For Peter

Shadows move to flickering light
in embattled towers.
But do not fear.
These are not magicians
or archers assembled here.

Here simple men are gathered.
What they fear is fear
and a threat of nameless terror
that is not their wont
or need.

The anvils have drawing powers,
as do bonfires
and the men already see lines 
of marchers.
The lines are long.

Twelve candles in respite are lighted,
their flames like flowers.
Frightened men are not thinking 
of death 
as the flames burn lower.

These men, every one, candle makers.
Not much of a need to win,
still aware living death 
comes to cowards 
who do not stand up.

Night will be long.