By: Koradhil Posted on: May 06, 2012
From the early days of my career,
I faced combat with little fear.
To protect the House that I hold dear,
I became a Defender of the Arts.
A simple oath: For Hall and Home,
No matter how far I may roam,
From desert sands to ocean's foam;
So swears a Defender of the Arts.
And so I went and honed my skills
In Minia's gently rolling hills.
Battling imps did give me thrills,
My first foes as a Defender of the Arts.
It seemed a peaceful road I took -
My pen pressed to a poet's book.
But many times I did go look
At the histories of the Defenders of the Arts.
My poetry was never all that good,
Though I did try as best I could.
My finest work was when I stood
And fought as a Defender of the Arts.
Many times, I did not win.
Always I learned and tried again
To prove I belonged in Battle's din
And to be a Defender of the Arts.
Always to defend fair Cyrene
Have I rushed, my interest keen
To show her enemies what it means
To face a Defender of the Arts.
Now here I stand for Home and Hall.
Though we shall fight and I may fall,
I shall not blench with fear at all
For I am a Defender of the Arts.