Poem "Glory's Land"

Well, I'll start this off by posting the first ever poem I wrote. 

The soldiers marched through day and night,
Through rivers of pain and fields of blight;
The Shadow's fingers stretched over the land,
To try and steal it from Glory's hand,
But on they marched,
Through the dark,
Through the Shadow's new claimed land.
Their drums beat, their banners flew.
A golden light shone as each foot fell,
blazing into the blackened sky. 
The horses hooves shook the mountain peaks,
the soldiers boots shook the the lower realms.
The spears gleamed,
The shields clanged,
The drums beat,
The trumpets sang.
The air shimmered with the force of their faith,
The land shuddered with their songs of praise.
They were to take back Glory's land,
Take it back from Shadow's hand.
When the battle came no sword was lifted, no grass was stained,
But they stamped their feet,
They pounded their shields and shook their spears,
They beat their drums and hymns they sang,
The trumpets blew, the banners blazed,
The soldiers cried their songs of praise.
The Shadow's army fell to their knees,
One by one, as if to freeze,
The darkness gone, replaced by light.
The land was again in Glory's hands,
and the sky was filled with golden rays.
The people cheered their saviors name,
Over come with joy and songs of praise.
The land was free,
The Shadow gone,
And the grass yet remained unstained.

(c) Jacob Johnson