To war I rode a speckled mare
With spear and bow
With tack and ale
To war I went and left my bride
To never again, laugh by her side

The fight was long beneath the sun
With ebb and flow
With cheer and mourn
The clash of steel rang in the air
joy and mourn were married there

Upon the field I found life’s end
My last thought her face
My breath her name
And there my life did pass away
Into darkness from the light of day

09/05/2003

Posted on 09/05/2003
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