Red Horizon

By Cliff Lake

 

Red Horizon

 

Red horizon,

Sounding drum.

Fires lit,

Night has come.

 

Greed of tyrant,

Arms prepare.

Take up your shield,

Oaths to swear.

 

The marching horde,

It won’t relent.

The bell is rung,

A message sent.

 

Sound alarm,

The rider found.

Time has flown,

Comes the hellhound.

 

What treasure does the enemy yearn?

Nothing is left when all has burned.

 

The worm within,

Treason crawls.

Secret session,

Reason falls.

 

Counsels heard,

Found forthright.

Provision stocked,

Desperate flight.

 

What treasure does the enemy yearn?

Nothing is left when all has burned.

The night is long, and we mourn the sun,

Here we stand and we will not run.

 

Rusted armor,

Faithful sword.

Defenders poised,

Sing battle chord.

 

Farm and dell,

Shield and lance.

Guard it well,

Dark advance.

 

The night is long, and we mourn the sun,

Here we stand and we will not run.

 

Red horizon,

Morning light.

Hope is rising,

Press the fight!

 

Fallen brother,

Set the steel!

Defend another,

Never kneel!

 

What treasure does the enemy yearn?

Nothing is left when all has burned.

The night is long; we find the sun!

Here we stand, we do not run!

 

Greed of tyrant,

Yourselves prepare.

Take up your shield,

Oaths to swear.

 

The marching horde,

It won’t relent.

The bell is rung,

The message sent.

 

The bell is rung,

The message sent,

The marching horde,

Will not relent.

 

What treasure does the enemy yearn?

Nothing is left when all has burned.

The night is long; we find the sun!

Here we stand, we do not run!

 

Cliff Lake 11/1/2025

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025

Location: Wichita, KS, USA

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