We would sit in brotherly assemble
Round-tabled Camelot knights, we would resemble
Our voices though many but our heart as one
The glint of our swords would outglow the sun.
We swear by earth, blood and by fire
To fight for our freedom and ne’er tire
At night the kindling of our minds are ablaze set
And maybe, just maybe, our wrestle with the gods is set.
We are men of golden resolve and they know
We will conquer the island if we take up the oar and row
We will rule the sky if out spring our feathers esconcing our fears
And o’er our eyes they conceal our tears.
Let the blood flow free and drown our captors
They that we serve and who upon us feed as raptors.
Let our libation be venom as to Cleo the kiss of the asp
And at last our wits and freedom we’d clasp
Clasped, as the fetters that to our hands were bound
And our foes gyrating, caroused around.
In the peak of their euphoria strike we will
And the camps of their brethren be rendered still
And the altars be desolate and ravaged of worth
This shall be the gestation for our freedom’s birth.
But will it bring forth peace when it’s time is due?
Battle begets battle.
2017. 2edged Pen.