With Swords Drawn
Warriors of the realm, come the morrow's first light
We engage in a battle, and we must prevail
To bravely defend castle and lands. We must fight
against pillaging foes. Our attack dare not fail.
We march to war with banners raised, and flag flying.
With our swords drawn, the raiders will be defeated.
Victory ours, while the enemy lies dying.
Our triumph told in legends, proudly repeated.
Men, let these words I speak, fill you with fierce desire
to protect loved ones and our holdings to the death.
May your spirit be bold, when hope seems to be dire.
We will champion what is ours, with every breath.
Side by side we will stand upon the battlefield
As guardians of our realm, we will never yield!
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September 19, 2020
A Warrior Sonnet Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
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