Sunset
The red sun rolls towards the sea
Its last glow tints the tower above
The war is done. The land is free.
The lion girds himself for love.
Helmet and armour laid aside
The heavy mane hangs splendidly
He licks the blood clots from his hide
The red sun rolls towards the sea.
Rosewater masks the battle scent
He dons the velvet cape and glove
The burning kingdom almost spent,
Its last glow tints the tower above.
His is the kingdom, his the throne
Dead are his loyal companions three
The old king's fled. He is alone.
The war is done. The land is free.
He eyes the tower stairway's bond
And, growling, bursts it with a shove
The old king's daughter waits beyond
The lion girds himself for love.