a fate that many suffer in honor. yet still they await judgment on their souls.
i only hope that they make it through the gate.
I stand before thy golden gate.
Your judgment I await.
I stand as you decide my fate.
On this cool moonlit night.
I prepare myself to fight.
I strap on my plate.
Pick only arrows straight.
I pick up my sword.
And call to the horde.
My horse is ready outside.
I go before it with pride.
I pick up my helm.
And I ride across the realm.
I go to a battle of love and hate.
No one will ever hear of my fate.
But I have no fear.
For I have my spear.
No one ever cried.
No one realized that I died.
But my fellows remained with me to the last.
And we all fell as one within the past.
And so, alas my life is spent.
My armor fit without a dent.
I stand before thy golden gate.
Your judgment I await.
I stand as you decide my fate.
Poetry by Ian
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Written on 2006-05-03 at 16:45
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i only hope that they make it through the gate.
Your Judgment I Await.
I stand before thy golden gate.
Your judgment I await.
I stand as you decide my fate.
On this cool moonlit night.
I prepare myself to fight.
I strap on my plate.
Pick only arrows straight.
I pick up my sword.
And call to the horde.
My horse is ready outside.
I go before it with pride.
I pick up my helm.
And I ride across the realm.
I go to a battle of love and hate.
No one will ever hear of my fate.
But I have no fear.
For I have my spear.
No one ever cried.
No one realized that I died.
But my fellows remained with me to the last.
And we all fell as one within the past.
And so, alas my life is spent.
My armor fit without a dent.
I stand before thy golden gate.
Your judgment I await.
I stand as you decide my fate.
Poetry by Ian
Read 1338 times
Written on 2006-05-03 at 16:45
Tags Gate Fear War
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