Call down from the reigning tower
And tell us
mere peasants what to do,
For without an
order, a chore or task
The town
stands in perplexing attitude.
From dawn til
dusk, with windows boarded shut,
As the beggars
roam from town to town
And a black
shadow lurks, as Death was quick to learn,
There are no
rules when the King isn’t around.
For as long as he hides behind the fortress walls
With our
country flag raised high,
The kingdom he keeps will not fall at his feet
If he abandons us when dusk turns to night.
Dark sky rises
and the moon shows no favor
While from thick
wooded forest they crawl
Towards the
town unprepared to the dirt paved square,
Where the
King’s statue once stood tall.
The red-eyed
demons lure us to their gaze
To take the
ones who don’t believe.
Hell has no fire
like the tongue of the liar
Whom sits with
his mother to grieve.
Just as the
hope was fading
Out the golden
gates stormed he,
With the rage
of the heavens behind him
The King urged
the demons to leave.
He raised his
sword as lightning stuck
But the intruders’
eyes held no fear.
So he warned
them well, with a threatening belt,
“You will not
take my people from me.”
The ground around
us rose as the King's eyes hardened
And his sword
cut the demons in pieces.
The towns’
people awed at the power involved
While the
color rushed back to our cheeks.
Reunited once
again with our leader,
We wept with
remorse at his feet.
Laud has the
man, who doubted His plan
To come when
his people are in need.
