Call to arms

The pipers at the gates,sounding his final clarion
you're running late, but you've got to carry on
there're unfinished deals waiting to be sealed
forgotten promises to be kept and faith to be healed
the hourglass is running on empty,slow down oh sands of time
things to do aplenty,your indecision is but,a punishable crime
past glories have been laid to rest in search of fresh battles
fear not the hot iron brand,run free among unherded cattle
revel in those frenetic moments over uncharted realms
feast in the meadows of evergreen hopes and dreams
and feed those famished desires till they come to life
the august harvest is at arms reach and the time is ripe
to spring into shoots from subterranean roots of fear
let not another chance pass by,for it will cost you dear
for the hallows of past regrets will haunt you, perennial
and you'll find yourself battling against constant denial
for what is a victory if not laced with loss and harm
never hesitate to loudly answer the call to arms
as the hour of glory draws closer,the battlelines have been drawn
courage and might shall take you through to see victorious dawns