Glory Stainless Victories

Through crumbling castle walls....

The hinting moonlight serenades

Trapped in an eternal dance, it's course,

Imprisoned in the black night sky...

O Luna! Whisper unto me

Sing to me in motionless lips

And softly lull me to sleep,

So that I may dream as you bid

Of glory’s stainless victories

That my people forged in ancient days...

As in a vision I see Marathon,

The armies amassed, eager to engage -

At Hastings the battle cries

Ring like ghastly bells to my ears;

The crusader king I see return

From holy lands, his armor drenched

In Arabian and Moorish blood...

The chill of the boreal wind

Pierces me even as I dream

And behold the churning sea

Spew Drakkars from the mist:

Dragon prows headed to the East...

I have passed the guards,

The gate, the wall;

I took the path of swords

Through foes, fire and all,

Just to see my castle fall

And sit in the debris

Where once I was king,

Now wan and of a pallid hue;

A shade that secretly dreams

Of glory’s stainless victories.