THE SNOW STORM


  A blizzard blew from the north
As the army rode
Steadily eastward they went forth
Battling the cold
Embarking on a journey long
Passing time with evil songs

A cavalry of dark men
Dressed in armor black
Brandishing swords now and then
That are strapped onto their backs
Underneath a stormy sky
Sounding out their battle cry

Intercepting their evil course
Come warriors of the light
Few in number, with no horse
For love of good they fight
Embarking on a journey long
Passing time with happy songs

On a snowy field they meet
Standing face to face
With hungry swords and souls they greet
Ready for death's embrace
Charging forward, weapons high
They are not afraid to die

Although small and very few
The warriors of light gain
And though the mighty snow storm blew
The good caused evil pain
For the love of good they fight
Defenders of the precious light

Then stand no more upon the field
All asleep in death
And though to evil they did not yield
They drew their final breath
They embarked upon a journey long
Now told in stories, legends, songs



©2000 Adam Wiemers


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