Saturday, June 18, 2011

The Figurine

THE FIGURINE

Daring and dauntless the figurine
Once a conscript of a bearded King
Standing alone on a shelf of stone
On a wall of gold behind the throne

A soldier once whose days are gone
Engaged in battle at the break of dawn
A leather helmet covered his head
His century, now a hundred years dead

In his hand a bronze broad sword
Swung with might at the royal word
A copper gorget covers his throat
Spattered with blood of soldiers smote

Daring and dauntless never to age
Free of dust by the Kings own Page
Hell stand alone a century or more
In the old castle alone on the moor

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