Archive for June, 2012

Tis a gift dain to form this lines defense
the martial turn; then feint yes, and thrust!
Bloody yet proud, head high to th’ final dance,
You reel, unbowed to the darkness of distrust.
And the blade and the sword and the man
Hold true to the promise in your breaths demise,
your Lord’s writ, loving kindness to this land
Their powers granted full by this truth in your eyes.
The flametongue fires legions to flight; broad blade
Sunders Romags command of the night.  Rufus
stalwart friend in your parties long plight; made
Holy in the comfort of divinity’s justice.
And should you ascend to Cuthberts domain
You will find a release to this worlds sole pain


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