Deep Holy Fire
 

Holy the fire, we rise in storm

 

Honoring darkness; shattering form

Still winter moon, shines for a King, offering Grace the battlefield sings

Blood soaks the fallen, sparkling like wine; in goblets of silver, memories Divine

The sword finds the flame, burning through love;

 

Knighted the breath; rising above

The mighty ones whence, pain running deep, hoping to see; little ones sleep

Life’s sultry maidens, longing for dance, bathing in streams of hopeful romance

The fields sacred color, now painted in red, the mighty they fall, graves calling the dead

My steeds living light, marches the sky, victory is certain, what’s left is why

Battlefield memories; pushing back tears; warrior dreams fallen; loneliness nears

Rising from shadows; a knight never tires; gallantry softens in deep holy fire