Long have gone the days of old,
When kings and kerns, all warriors bold
Would march to war at trumpet’s call.
Many marched to father’s hall
Though ere they died they’d pay their debt
Oaths fulfilled, and payments met
Cross ever-growing fields of red;
Hope not lost among the dead
Fist to fist and sword to sword
The soldiers died for land and lord
By duty held; by honor bound
A kindred charge at trumpet’s sound.
A tide of fury, wave of rage
A final charge of knight and page
But lo and see through shining light
The hope of one, can change their plight
Stout of heart and strong of soul
One man’s courage takes its toll
His courage bright as any flame
Yet to this day he has no name
All deeds gone and long forgotten
The tree of life diseased and rotten
But hope remains while we still live
Honor still, our gift to give
We must seek to save what’s left
Before we meet with reaper’s heft
Ignite the ancient flame of honor
Rebuilding what was once our valor
Long have gone the days of old
When kings and kerns were warriors bold
Still lives hope to save our grace
We may with our fathers earn a place.
4 comments:
ok johannes, HERES YOUR COMMENT. i like this a lot. your a really good ryhmer, which is a big deal, cuz i cant ryhme to save my soul. its true, this peice, that things were definatly a lot different back then...you portrayed that really well. GOOD JOB!
hmmm. You call that a comment do ya? Well fie I say, FIE! That is what I think of you precious comment.
Good job.
(Your introduction has intimidated me from saying any more.)
I remember this one... I think it is one of the ones that I like the best... its dashing really. But why have you moved on to intimidating poor defenseless teachers? Clearly Mr. P can't critique you properly if you intimidate him! :-P
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