Christian Soldier

By ScribbleScribe

Wed, 02 Apr 2008
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Wear the blood red cross
Don your helmet and shield
Grip your broad sword in your hand
Dont Fail the Holy Grail

Raise your blade
fight valiently til the end
Hold onto your loyalty
The Christian's War

The clash of blades reververates
throughout the land
your shield, dented, disables
and suddenly you lie prostrate, weary

Where is your holy grail?
where does your Ark lie now?
Your shroud of Turin has been lost.
Thine body is left strewn on the battleground

But Alive, you rise
gripped with sweaty warmth
and are lifted through the gently cool air
Into the toybox
Tomorrow you will fight again
The Holy Grail awaits

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Comments

Submitted by keleph on
great last stanza, it really opened up the issue. i wasnt sure about the rhythm in the second stanza however, its flow just threw me slightly. really liked it overall though, thanks

keleph

Submitted by ScribbleScribe on
Yeah other people have told me that the second stanza threw them off too Sophia Grace

Sophia Grace