Sacred Ground

Those who stand their ground... Their sacred ground... With their backs against the wall. Making bold their full intentions While the slings and arrows fall. Laying waste an air of happenstance Permeating sick and feeble minds... Caring not the monstrous odds The powers of darkness have aligned. I fear not this mass of troubled souls Who demand their pound of flesh. I contest every foot of treasured Earth. I contest every loathsome wretch. I give not an inch to those who dare Make dark the light of day To preserve such sacred wanderings Where the meek would have their say. I will lift my voice in praise and song To evince the veracity of my cause Displaying a knightly measure of gallantry To give the hapless minions pause. But sweet victory demands some sacrifice As a judicious Death may set me free. Knowing this... would you be at my side? Would you rise and stand with me? The End