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~~~ Time's Scabbard/War Over Thee ~~~
" Wist, greatness fades to final dreams,
Wherest legends fought in sanguine scenes;
Suspense, which chained sky's auric crumbs,
Dripped golden tears from arching suns.
Whence whims of fate sought haunted ghosts,
'Midst kismet bound unholy hosts,
Lived neap tides draped in sunlit rags,
O'er autumn veldt near pumiced crags.
There, warriors gave but half their heart,
Now'st woe betides fraught 'ternal part,
Yet braves who gave it all to die,
Still live, their deeds fore'er cry:-
' We ride vast horsehead's nebulous fame,
Clasp cindered, forlocked lunar swain;
Elysium; heav'n, e'en blithe Valhalla,
Shalt boast all time our manly valour! ' "
~ Time's Scabbard ~
V1/ Whenst thundering steeds of power and might,
Thenst galloped toward the clamouring fight;
Stark blasts, ripped snorts, funnelled icy-chilled breaths,
Bidding prelude that eve of impending black death.
V2/ War-hardened and seasoned, brave battle-torn ranks,
Ho! didst eagerly close in upon enemy flanks;
Roaring lines, havoc psyched, verily waxing beserk,
As dispatchment of foe birthed its foul, deadly work.
V3/ Shrill orders were barked, bloody-hell, nay unleashed,
Gorging swart carrion crows with a grisly limb feast;
Glinting halberds aloft, swinging chained morning stars,
Cruelly sank into flesh, crushing bones, leaving scars.
V4/ Clashings of steel, glaives resounded yon moor,
As they sparked, plunged and gouged with swift slashes that tore;
Scurried rats, rushed with cries, bloated oversized weevils,
To then sickeningly gnaw through mediaeval upheavals.
V5/ Aye, cavalry surged forth, charged like sil'er-mounted flies,
'Til the riders saw whites of their enemy's eyes;
Groomed manes, flapping free, 'midst morn's blustery cool wind,
Yea, reflected in armour, hacked soldiers they'd trimmed.
V6/ Gleamed visors thence dulled lo, blood-spattered and stained,
From unfortunate men whom they'd trampled and maimed;
Cruor axe,cleaving metal; frost blades biting bone;
Bleak fires of stoked tumult, there was no going home.
V7/ Black-knight 'came unsaddled to thenst crash marshy ground,
As an iron-tipped arrow whistled mort's deadly sound;
Flailing in doom, to his knees didst he kneel,
'Fore thine edge of victorious, trusty old steel.
V8/ Finale of flight for defeated and haggard,
King thrust home daubed sword t'ward his jewel-crusted scabbard;
Next, banners were seized then crisp new ones were raised,
For triumphant Royal Sire's swathed winnings of praise.
V9/ Celebration of roars boasted Knights of Round Table,
Waving flagstaffs 'pon high bearing crown-mounted sable.
Champions seized day erstwhile took up their stand,
So that justice couldst reign o'er this beautiful land! "