A Summoning

 

A Summoning

 

The enemy moves,

He is swift and sly.

When the bells are rung

We will make reply.

The enemy howls,

How loud he cries!

But the bells have rung,

And we draw nigh.

 

And the bells have rung,

And our song is sung.

But we must move on,

From battles won.

Our swords are sharp,

And our shields are slung.

And we must march on,

For the bells have rung.

 

The enemy swears,

With words divides.

We hear the bells,

And so we ride.

The enemy creeps,

On fear relies.

But the calling bells,

Won’t be denied.

 

And the bells have rung,

And our song is sung.

But we must move on,

From battles won.

Our swords are sharp,

And our shields are slung.

And we must march on,

For the bells have rung.

 

The enemy snarls,

Our numbers grow.

The enemy spins –

Nowhere to go.

The enemy clamors:

The splitted tongue.

We listen not –

Our bells have rung!

 

And the bells have rung,

And our song is sung.

But we must move on,

From battles won.

Our swords are sharp,

And our shields are slung.

And we must march on,

For the bells have rung.

 

Cliff Lake 9/12/2024

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2024

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