Fighting The Good Fight?

 
 
 
 
I awoke this morning, determined to ready myself for battle
sharpen various weapons which will be needed to insure victory
feed and prepare the steeds that will carry me to war, then
steadfastly remain under my command to the best of their aging ability
 
knowing this will be a long drawn out endeavor
with front lines flowing fluently across the combat zone
objectives were planned in advance, when, where, and  
from what position my attack would be launched
 
I could observe the enemy from my vantage point
their strength growing as their numbers increased
just as I was set to instigate an initial charge
my advance was abruptly halted and I was
sent scurrying for sanctuary as the rain
began its deluge upon the greening lawn