Ode To The Brave Heart. - Poem by Aminat Opatola
Fearless on his shining armors,
Wild and fury as the horn,
Great was it to the day thee were born,
as thee fights in rage with sword and arrows.
Thou have conquer death with bravery,
battle with pride to victory.
Thou has lain with wars on its might,
guilding thy kingdom through the darking hues of the night,
striking fleeting hours with thy sword and shield.
And fighting in sunrise with glorious immortality.
A strong prey strucking down enemies to dust and blood.
Thou are gifted with the fanciest soul and skilled with an overpowering will.
A great worrior curing the fate of kings and kingdom ills.
Thou are adorn to the slightest claim,
i speak the merit of thy honour name and echoed forth thy fame.
Weapons claims thy admiration,
and with an archness most betwitching in motion.
Thy deploring eyes says more of thy warming fearless heart,
a virtue son born to the bliss of the immortals wrath.
A strong fitness and a glamorous eyes all maidens wish to have as their swains.
Thou are indeed blessed as an idol and an eternal warlord
An illustrious warrior on the immortals base.
As thee stands as a guildian to thy kingdom base,
thy heroic gestures ordained with super human strength
leading knights to war in the hope to live and courage to fight to their last breath.
Thou are a legend in the battles of the non-surviving.
Thy story of conquers and defeat echoes through lands and sea, hills and mountain even to the den of the non living.
Thou are a god of war and a tale to the world of this century.
All hail thy fame
all hail thy glory
al hail to the worrior of all times.
The Brave heart
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