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The Castle Wall
"Fulfill your oaths, shed your fear!"
The Castle Wall © 2010
Stone upon stone, brick upon brick,
ply with mortar but not too thick.
Castles, moats and fortified walls,
protect us when the nighttime falls.
Grab your child, grab that waif,
inside now, where it's safe.
Hurry now and close that gate!
Darkness comes, we cannot wait.
In the dead of night they will ride,
and behind these walls we must bide.
Fiendish are the shrieks and cries
coming from the moonlit skies.
Thundering hoofbeats we do hear,
louder and louder, they're so near.
The moon so bright, the grass so wet.
Soon, we'll see their silhouette.
We can see them now, upon the ridge,
but they must cross the old stone bridge.
Why, oh why Lord, do they hate us so?
Our only goal, be the light, and let it show.
Why didn't we listen and stop their lie?
Because of our apathy many will die.
Cruel followers of the crescent moon,
must be trodden under, and very soon.
Ever so vicious and filled with rage,
only a madman would loose their cage.
Wild eyed, crazed, and when they see red,
their own women and children they behead.
No blade or spear, just the flame,
can drive them back, whence they came.
Archers ready on the walls so high,
hundreds of arrows wait to fly.
Arrowheads dipped in oil double,
will burn their flesh and make it bubble.
Torches nearby and in position for war,
Oil pots filled and ready to pour.
Sadistic followers of this cult of death,
will be burned and charred, as by dragon's breath.
Take your positions upon the wall,
and listen for the trumpet's call.
Our time has come, they are here!
Fulfill your oaths, shed your fear!
Give no quarter, don't turn your back!
For they will never stop their attack.
Our calling, is honor strength and duty,
theirs, is to unleash unspeakable cruelty.
On the parapets the battle flags are flying,
down below we can see our children crying.
Father, brother, uncle and son,
draw your bow, the battle's just begun!
Mother, sister, aunt and daughter,
can never allow your children's slaughter.
Stand tall, have courage and never let them in!
We are strong, we will fight, and we will win!
© 2010 Greg Emerick