I grab my
Shield
I sheath my
Sword
I prepare myself for
War

Visions dance through my head of
Dying screams and gore.

I stand before my
Enemy
My friends are at my
Side.

With my trusted steed beneath me
To glory I shall ride.

I know you are still young my
Son
You do not know my
Ways

But the battle I shall ride into
Is to protect you through your days

Do not forget your
Father
No matter what you
Do

For where ever it is I shall ride
I'll always think of you.

02/22/2004

Posted on 02/23/2004
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