Tuesday, July 31, 2012

The Proud at War

By Mark Bishop

My enemy advances
with spears and firebrands
toward banner proud
made low upon the hill on which it stands

This golden standard I've raised myself
will not last through the fray
It's hacked to pieces by the horde
on this my strength's last day

Though the army marches onward
o'er the torn flag of my soul
you claim as yours this tattered heart
you wash it white and make it whole