Take Heed

Alone I stand upon a cliff.

Eyes wand’ring o’er the ocean’s drift; 

I ponder long on legends great,

E’er ancient kingdoms met their fate.

For long ago, long since forgot, 

Fair men of old faced fiery dart

 ‘Mid battle tumult, standing tall 

Til war was won and dragon fall.

Alas! Their sons remembered not,

Nor cared to think of kindred lost,

But rather stopped their ears and said, 

“For mine alone I’ll win my bread”.

And so the ancient lands would fall,

Their children conquered, brought to thrall, 

Deposed, destroyed, crushed into dust

By their own selfish, wanton lusts.

Thus, as I stand above the shore,

And muse upon the tales of yore,

I fear for many of my kin

Who follow swift those former men.

Let not desire take hold your heart 

For kingly gain or sovereign’s part, 

Lest blind you turn away your gaze 

And meet demise e’er break of day.

For from such shade is little hope

To break aside that filthy yoke:

So guard your hearts and steel your souls 

To overcome the mortal foe.