Realm of Ruin
Rue the day, the day of yore When reason sailed From yonder shore All was gone that went before - Everything that mattered. The Lion chained, the muzzled maw A muted whelp, no mighty roar They drove a thorn into his paw A nation's dreams a-shattered. A land in strife, a civil war No army hence no martial law A burnt out Quartermaster's store The storm it had a-battered. A country shaken to its core Would take an eon to restore The traitors now we must ensure Their blood is aptly splattered. The ancient flag, it flies no more Looters broke down every door And used the pole to twist and gore The cloths of Heaven tattered. Each river now a running sore The heather burned on every moor A scaffold for the hang and draw The old King's bones a-scattered.
© Severn Dwyer. 2015