Wednesday, April 18, 2012


Softly the heart speaks to you of great heights,
Of adventure, bravery, and strong knights
That did once roam the land; they did fight those
Imperial dogs, Romans, and did rid
The land of each and every one. Hidden
Inside your heart in silence is great hope,
That you may follow they who fought so
Long ago! In wars of light were taught! Oh!
To be or not to be seemed childish play!
Meant for men who did not see the day row
By with the passing of the sun's gold bow.
O, to be a warrior, to fight one
Battle in the glimmering fields of old.
Would that you fought evil, as you know how.

                                                   Battle, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012

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