A Warriors Poem Poem by Jon Owens

To speak of duty is to blind the blind
For such things are known to you and I
Of morals and virtue our stories are told
For greatness is earned when young souls dream old

Alas my fair maidens our time is at hand
Onward we venture to unconquered lands
Our horses untethered we face our demise 
We know not our fate yet onward we ride.

My warriors my brethren we all know the cost
The friends we remember when all hope is lost
We go now to them, ride fast! Ride bold!
For vengeance is swift when young souls fight old.

In many a land we toiled and wrought
For peace honor and glory our men have fought
With wind at our backs our swords guarded thrones
But now my fair brethren we sail for our homes.
At last my brothers return to your homes.