I am the wild horseman watching over crest of hill
hawk eyes surveying all land beneath before me
coveted treasures lie loam locked laid fallow fasting
in rich green pastures green ripe plunder pastures
by hand of strength heart mind of muscle skill steel
will trinkets be raid rapid ride blood rivers taken
hand shall wield new blade so sharp refined enduring
wonder rise sate mightiest sword fire forged in furnaces
molten metal flows river swift to sword mold waiting
blood sword wounds flow in prey hunted lands ash dying
civilized men fall to hawk eyes swift raid conquest riding
by hand of iron strength heart mind of forged steel killing
death descends from wild cruel wilderness regions raiding
shadow darkness savages civilized lives wind hunting feasting
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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