War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price o’ life.
Famine comes upon black horse
fillin the gullet o’ Deaythe’s strife.
War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price o’ life
Power swings War’s blood red swuird
the weak an’ the old suffice.
War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s the price o’ life.
Conquest raises mighty bow
crownin’ Kings with rare delight.
War is just a means tae a’ end
Deaythe’s just the price o’ life
on pale horse the banshee rides
binna matter what your fief.
In deayth we fertilize the field
Life is aw an’ Deaythe's real.
*In the style of Robert Burns
Categories:
binna, death, life, loss, naturehorse,
Form: Quatrain