Deremond George R. R. Martin

And there he stood with sword in hand,
the last of Darry's ten...

And red the grass beneath his feet,
and red his banners bright,
and red the glow of the setting sun
that bathed him in its light,

"Come on, come on," the great lord called,
"my sword is hungry still."
And with a cry of savage rage,
They swarmed across the rill...