-The Banners Torn
*Edited January 12, 2010*
***
In broken heart, banners fly torn
With wind in moor and fife and horn
Awaken! Awaken! Your time has arrived!
The ghosts of past now haunting thin,
A world with no more wars to win,
Alas! Alas! They sob aloud.
Now we are dead and spirits deprived.
***
Bring forth the ale and wine of old
And force to drink the spirit gold,
To forget the loss of love and war,
Forget the blood upon the floor.
***
With broken spears still standing tall,
With golden treasures lost in hall,
Be gone! Be gone! Hesitate not!
The spirits cry with joy and fear,
To leave the world they hold so dear,
This fear would have them stay and rot.
***
Bring forth the ale and wine of old
And force to drink the spirits gold
To forget the loss of love and war,
Forget the blood upon the floor.
***
The ghosts worn thin, the banners torn,
They walk now silent as the dawn.
They did not stay, but wandered far,
Gazing at the morning star.
This is a tale both sad and sweet,
For they finally came to Heaven’s seat.
