The Warriors Crown
A great shout of warning, ring through the city
For danger is near and soon darkness would fall
Within the great chamber, lay the King’s daughter
The terrible enemy is coming, who would answer the call.
As the King summoned forces, to prepare for the battle
Knights in shinning armor, stepped to the fore
They knew this great enemy, they had fought many times
We’ll be ready and waiting, but we do need one more
So the King asked his people, “Is there one that is willing”
To face the great danger, in the dark of the night
Is there one that is ready, to fight the fearsome enemy
To lay down their life, and be brave as a knight
A wee small one, stepped forward and pleaded
Please choose me, I’ll not let you down
There’s no glory in war, the King spoke with authority
But those who fight for me, will wear the Warriors Crown
As dew and the darkness, began to fall on the city
Knights began to prepare, to defend the wall
The night will be long, and the fighting will be fearsome
But the city’s great ramparts, they must not fall.
For in the great chamber, is the prize the enemy eyes
A daughter of the King, to claim for its own
But knights upon ramparts, defending the city
Will fight in the darkness, so she remains home
But what will I fight with, cried out the wee one
I’ve neither sword or shield, to bring to the fray
You must carry this torch, into the battle
And run on those ramparts, till night turns into day
Its only in darkness, the enemy has power
Yours will be the only voice, that knights will heed when you call
You must light on those walls, so my knights can do battle
And dress up their wounds, when they are about to fall
With thunder, and darkness and horsemen without number
The enemy came, at the edge of the night
With engines of war and soldiers of darkness
They beat on those walls, with all of their might
As knights fought in darkness, one against many
Wee one ran the ramparts with that torch held high
And awful were battle lines, that would flow and ebb
But there was light in the darkness, til the early morning sky.
As the great King’s daughter, awoke in the morning
As a man sat down, beside the hospital bed
You were so sick and I was so sure
That this morning, you would have been dead
And there in exhaustion, lay that wee one beside her
Hands folded in prayer, from the walls she came down
With her face still laying, on the tear stained pillow
And there on her head was the Warrior’s Crown