Finis Coronat Opus

Far above the azure sphere, That spins and turns each passing year, There dances through the clouds and mist, A spirit lively, filled with bliss. Spinning, flying to and fro, Without a care her step to slow, She brings the storms o’er sea and land, And pulls the waves to flood the sand. Her dervish lively spins the clouds, And ships toss gay, from stern to bow, As spouts of water from the sea Reach up to dance with spirit free. And when the clouds their rain have spent, A breeze she weaves, and flits within, And brings it on the coastline rills, And to the mountains, rivers, hills. From ages old, this dance begun, And carried by this fairy on, In ages yet to come, shall be Recalled by breezes through the trees.

Across the field of battle, dim, Encamps the enemy, fearsome, bold, That, set upon destruction grim, Now fights the last of kingdoms old, And fells them to the ground. The meager force, with fires few, And wounded numbering more than well, Await the dawn, with honor true, To face the slaughter fierce of hell And rest with forbears great. But rises up a humble knight Amid the weary soldiers, who Prepare to war and battle fight, And fall, and sleep beneath the dew; This fate must not now pass. And forth the lowly knight does go, Across the foggy field of death, To pledge alone his mortal soul In combat, to the final breath, That free his people go. At daybreak, as across the plain The sunlight casts fair rays of gold, There sounds the trumpets’ dread refrain To signal that a soldier bold Shall fight to win the day. The clash of steel upon the ears Of armies fair and foul alike Bring to the staunchest eye a tear; And stand to arms all men in sight To honor swordsman bold. The day creeps o...