Vow

Will you pledge felty?

By honor of word and sword

Witness of time so old.

In the name of the north

Upon the lands brought forth

I do speak my vow

For all mortals to know

To live and die at my post

I will fight off any host

Be they peasant or king

None shall pass my blade's swing

I shall stay where others flee

Bear the scars to infinity

No god to who I fall

No lord to who I call

Summers come and winters end

All that remains is death's scent

Upon the frozen mountain top

Pass me and your heart will stop.

Author's Note

Feel free to review!

Reviews

[Shubham's View]

I can only compare the compulsion of the warrior to stand guard without a moment of respite, to the burden of the boy on the burning deck, almost as if they were cursed, however I also feel the pride and vanity of the warrior, upon successfully fulfilling his "vow", till now and for further time to come.

[Acropolix]

I agree with each word you say. You describe perfectly what I hope to achieve by this poem. Thanks!

[Fabula]

I am not sure I want to vow for this one, I'm not that noble. Indeed really majestic!

[pen_ink_book]

I feel your power in this poem. Your defiance of any class system, you will take them on one and all. It feels quite majestic! I too feel a rating does not seem appropriate.

[Crimson_Catastrophe]

I like the nobility in it. (if that makes any sense)
Very interesting.