An Ode the Fair City

By: Axon Posted on: March 29, 2011

To far off land I cast my sight
From torpid desert, listless light
Did fall and wane and tremble still
This iron heart, this iron will
That stands with triumph at the head
At Peshwar's mouth, in Sapience stead
Was cursed, called and fell replete
With glory, streaming, golden heat
Alas, fair city, perfect jewel
A soul of silver, clean and cruel
Will cut with haste, pull down the shroud
Of darkened mountain, screamed aloud
Oh Shallam, lo, thy name is blessed!
To rise above, to be professed!
With light and love strike down the hate
The streameth now from Mhaldor's gate
And purify the land of blood
The weeps from wounds in poisoned mud
Where sword had pierced the tainted hide
Cast down Shaitan, in darkness blind
To fall beneath the waves of time
Be kissed by silence, frozen rime
And always standing, flaming domes
Will steal the sunlight, warrior's home
The ever rising Jewel of the East
In the name of Good, an endless feast