Predawn hangs wetly in the air
Silently we begin to prepare
Nervous anticipation palpable
Doubts of Will we be capable

A Motley Bunch I agree
But together bound in purpose
We all do a great service
After I am through you will see

Drawn to one another by fate
Willing soldiers one an all
In this battle we participate
A battle for hatred's fall

We arm ourselves with pens
Armour our comrades with words

Wading into the fray
This charge we lead in full force

Bringing light and hope along
I sing this my Battle Song
Join with me Sisters an Brothers
To our cause we must call others

Though we toil day in an out
Our resolve will not waiver
We long to call this a rout
To be for all a savior

Tired an ink stained we remain
A constant vigil we shall keep
Over those longing for final sleep
An they who struggle to maintain

A feeling of purpose an sense
Glad I joined this crew of crews

Thank you brave Army of Poet's Corner
For in you I've found my Muse