Stoke The Dying Embers Poem by david penny

Stoke the dying embers,
Unearth the’ laid to rest’,
Enter the sealed chambers,
Unlock the forgotten chest,

Shake settled dust off shield,
Shine again thy rested sword,
Find fodder once more to yield,
To float up and find their lord,

Do not hold forlorn pity,
Nor to mercy be you bowed,
Do not spare fruit from tree,
Seek rage under softest shroud,

Now cut like lions teeth,
With hunger and with stealth,
Now steal from fallen thief,
Whose glory is judged by wealth,
Now see the rivers flood,
Where harmony once dared,
Now see it stream with blood,
Where victory is not shared,

And may you wander weary,
From heats confusing haze,
And may you all hope,
To bury your gloried days,
And for your victories won,
To forget, is all I pray.

D.R.PENNY 2013