Rise Up Warrior and Slay the Savage Beasts

Rise Up Warrior And Slay The Savage Beasts Rise thyself up and fight the angry storm Tomorrow will certainly be far too late Stirring winds are flashing their usual norm In conjunction with busy hands of Fate Trees swaying, limbs breaking, man what a roar The angry gods are gifting out their wrath Dancing up the valley, vengeful they tore Leaving an unholy ripped up path. Rise as a young man full of piss and gin Know how world hits hard as it operates Kick the new dawn and race onward to win Swing thy hammer to ruin and decimate For the crowd rejoices in a winner Hercules a hero, killed the beast Have a feast, roast pig for your fine dinner The slayers are vacationing back east. Rise up a warrior, with heart and brass shield Let thy sword arm cut and see running red Refuse to beg and thee must never yield Never give up unless you are stone-dead. Robert J. Lindley, Dec 7th 1979 Rhyme Note- Last night we had a party. The bar was full and truly a'hopping. Wrote this poem when I got home, then went to sleep.