Darklands

My name is Abioye Into royalty i was born I stand here today Lost, forlorn But the time has come For me to stand up for my rights To return to my Kingdom Watch my enemy run, take flight We of Ghana Are Warrior Kings My tribesmen and i Into battle we will sing But there lies ahead A journey we must undertake To reconcile my rightful Kingdom For my peoples sake We head along the coastline Admiring the spread of golden beaches Backed by plains and scrub To our coast the greenery reaches We cross several swollen rivers To reach the Kwahu Plateau Forested, rich and lush Our lands of me, to you Our followers grow in number Ashanti, Kwahu and Akyem Warriors of their tribes Teenagers to men We hear in the distance The sound of beating drums As we amass on a hillside Boys to men, we will become Our shields and spears are raised Tribal chants resonate For down the hillside we charge The enemy at our gates The battle lasts for hours Many tribesmen are lost Our Kingdom has been reclaimed As we look around to our cost Generations have ceased No longer will they go on Wives will mourn Never to born Many years have passed As our Kingdom thrives and grows No one will ever retake it As our tribes unity, showed http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-6.php