Medaeval Idealism
Dragons and a dragon lord
And the flood of fire.
Confused centre of discord
Spill and spilling of blood.
Armors, spears and swords.
And there went the fire.
The sky blue
Wore the eyes, rage of grey
Shouts, hails and wails
The dragon and the prey.
Until the moon hue.
For nobility
Death disgraced
At the honour of dying
Protect the king!
Guard the castle!
For nobility.
We are expendables...
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