We are Wardens - A short poem (R)

These breaths we take, moments too few
from tribulation wake; trembling, fettered bodies woe
Lives wrought and sundered; each day anew - Justice

Were a comrades glance such aegis
or words so softly sung that spirit rises;
storm abates and in our arms held aloft - Purity

Drink your duty - for this is our way
Our curse; toward darkness; toward consumption
Know not light nor the warmth of joy - Sacrifice

And should we fall let not there sorrow be
no players affectation; lyre caressed in salutation
Be amongst your brethren and know this true - Honour

"To Battle, To battle.". Comes our masters call
breath quickens, sinews strain; familiar eyes return again
Come darkness! come! Show us your worth - Valour

We are Wardens.

Modifié par Glaucon, 02 décembre 2010 - 10:17 .