The Khaia Delum
J.K. Bonogofsky
Where now is the one who hath promised his aid?
We wait as the darkness moves in.
Where be thy sword whose service was vowed,
And thy men, and thy power within?
Too far, thee, to hear battle cries drawing near,
As the sun makes her final farewell.
Thunder shatters our nerves, black engulfs as I now
Tell my men to stand strong ‘gainst this hell.
Shall thee not stand beside us as we face our doom,
Shall thee not share our fate this dark night?
This evil we sense, shall our swords be enough,
‘Gainst a foe who be too great to fight?
Where art thou, my Lord, in our great time of need?
A vain battle now soon to be fought.
As the enemy marches to take now our lives,
Des’prate prayers, deliv’rance is sought.
Had thee known of our peril, and the numbers we face,
Would betrayal then have been allowed?
We raise now our swords, with no hope of return,
For thou brought us no aid as was vowed.
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There's a story behind this... which hasn't been written yet ^_^
On the line, "Where art thou, my Lord, in our great time of need?" I need help finding another word for Lord. It isn't speaking to God, but a mortal Lord. A battlelord of sorts, who had promised aid. Any suggestions to clarify?
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