Sunday, November 6, 2016

The Swan's Song


Those who fight forever
Are they who die each time.
Pass the story over,
Repeat like poet's rhyme,
Fill the circle all day,
For this is our way.
 
He who loved his people,
He who left them early.
It's really quite simple
When you can breathe freely,
For there ain't only one,
The fight is never done.
 
In the silver of moon,
Over the cold lagoon,
We'll hear the new song soon …
 
Another king is gone,
But his people remain.
None shall flee, none shall run,
For honor is regained
In a beautiful death
Of a fighter's last breath.
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