Laughter Roared

Laughter roared,
I stepped into the room,
carrying old memories
of insipid gloom.

What's the plan,
was said to me?
Are we to fight
or will we flee?

If you still believe
in what you do,
then we must fight,
for us and for you.

Fight we did,
bending but no break.
We enjoyed victory,
until the end take.