Finally by the blood of swordsmen
They reach the mystic shore
Torn by battle each parched tongue
Corrupts it’s enemy once more
Flesh and spirit torn then stained
In legend myth and tale
Blew them, this final war
Llyr upon his sail
Bleached bones, sinew, hungry fists
Baying for a fight
Women to there long lost lovers
Avenged by firelight
No god of light ever brings
The blood of there’s back home
To the shores of Avalon
Once the soldiers gone
Then finally by there longboats
They reach the mystic shore
Fighting Norsemen cross the Styx
To battle ever more.
Ron Kempton
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