Falasan/Dreams of Menedor

A work by Tyrion Grey, knight of Wor'ight and noble of the Ash Sea Islands.

You send a call out for a song
A song to rival those of old
I search my desk for paper long
And rack my brain for words to mold

My work is not as good as some
But I have read and sang a bit
My words can make you weak and numb
Or fill you up with pride and grit

On battles eves I hardly pen
Yet in advance I gladly write
I don't intend to rally men
Only to give the strength to fight

I'd hate to sit idly by
While monsters roam the country side
I'd join the archers and let fly
To lay them low and turn the tide

Never will I allow undead
No not a single rotting corpse
To rise and march while I'm in bed
I'd be the first to light a torch

Now this is all so well and good
As long as it's a fiend we fight
But what about those foes who brood
Those men who will attack at night

These are the foes we need not fear
Just stand against their unjust cause
They'll break and run and shed their tears
The righteous man would never pause

So hearken to those men who stand
And lend your strength to causes great
Never refuse to lend a hand
And hold honor above your hate