[Old Sarge]

I have girt myself in armor
to protect myself from useless ardor,
faithless friends and fickle damsels
threatening pain and heart full sore,

Standing tall and strong before them,
memories plain, and hurt to shore them,
prop my heart against the coming storm
armed as if for war.

[Soaring Feather]

I fear the winds of war blow hard
and everyone is hit with shard
I gird myself in clothes of warmth
for strong winds come from the North
Blasting cold upon my hearth
daggers thrown for revenge
knifing all on the fringe

As Sir Valiant brave and bold
wore the daggers in the old
days of honor to defend
the friendship of a loyal friend.

Are those days gone when honor
stood in brilliance and fealty
respect of privacy
of honor to all about
may lay in ashes from the shout.

bentfeather
07.05.04

[StarCMC]

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Evening Ms. Feather!!