Horse of War
I can hear your cries through the misty rain,
I can see your face I can feel your pain,
In a castle high on a rocky hill,
Is where you’ll die unless I kill…
A dragon great in a forest deep,
A creature from Perdition dark,
I’ll slay and thus my promise keep,
Now on this Horse of War embark.
Imprisoned wiccan Lady mine,
Hair of gold and lips of wine,
On a Horse of War I ride,
To bring you once more to my side.
Fire breathing beast of death,
By slash of Saxon steel you’ll die,
I swear upon my dying breath,
To hear your blood-choked final cry.
On a Horse of War I ride,
To smote you in your forest lair,
Then lay your smitten head before
My mystic queen with golden hair…
by Ian
(here is my poem put to music by Joseph Gara)