Standards
Every house of nobility
Has a standard to fly.
‘Tis a banner of distinction,
And a rallying cry.
It represents our history,
The deeds of bygone days.
An emblem of our character,
And pennon of our ways.
But standards soil so easily
When blemished by disgrace.
The stain from an unrighteous act,
Will never leave its face.
It then becomes an effigy,
The likeness of a sin.
It represents no noble deed,
No Glory found within.
Our standards are the flags we fly,
The stitch within the weave.
A looking glass into the soul,
And all that we believe.
They’re symbols of the roads we walk,
The values in our quest.
And every part of who we are,
Is laced into the crest.
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