The Retreat of Philistine

The battle over, the victory sure The aftermath quickly became a blur The losers retreated, but none too quick They thought the victory was a trick He showed the head, they began to scatter The hope of victory, soundly shattered Their wounded bodies, strewn on the road While David returned with his heavy load The victors remained, and raided the camp They made it sure that they left their stamp No trace remained of the Philistines Nothing but trauma behind the scenes As David returned he unburdened himself The head on the ground, weapons on the shelf To Saul he presented the victor's prize He marveled and could not believe his eyes