Ye Olde Lament

[chrijone]

[This was placed in many weeks ago yet only now it seams to of raised to the front of the shelves.]

"A simple man of noble birth
a contradiction, so you'll say
With titles rising toward the sky,
And feet upon the earth

Tall he grew that very way,
tall he grew for sure
As boy he rarely sought to play,
his dreamed ambitions pure

Yes one day he would be a man,
a man of strive and war
That had ever been his plan,
through every day of yore



A man of blood, from war is scarred,
yet he seeks it every day
He's found that each way back is barred,
and so he leaps into the fray



How long he'll last? We cannot know.
How many dead? We wish not hear.

He reaps in all just what he's sown,
it rests upon his head,
A man of such design as he, has nothing left to fear"