Set the Night Singing #2.33
Updated: Oct 12
Rise up! they said, And face that foe!
These gleaming friends who never stand
a threat engaged, a blade keen aimed,
who'd never take my sword to hand.
Come giant, terror, beast, or night,
I battle cry
I rush the field
I take the slice, the bruise -
I fall -
yet rush I on, yet still I fight.
They, in the stands, abominate -
it's me they've come to witness die.