The March of MaldonA Poem by The ScholarMen sang it on the day they marched to battle at Maldon, to their deaths. They sang it to raise their spirits, cheer their hearts, but the outlook was ever grim. They knew their fateful end.
The March of Maldon
Oh for the fire’s seductive lure, to bathe me in its light, And starlight cast its silver charms like beacons in the night.
We sing the lays of yonder days, before the warmth of
flame did fade!
Oh for the graying skies of Winter, to close me in their grasp, And Winter share her frosty stare that chills the iron’s clasp.
We sing the lays of yonder days, when white snow topped the palisade!
Oh for the shadows who haunt our past, to at last let us sleep, We’ve passed the test now grant us rest in welcomed graves dug deep.
We sing the lays of yonder days, when dead men dug not
their own graves!
Oh comrades! Brothers! call to me, we stand here left alone, Beneath the crumbled stone and stars no fire to lead us home.
We sing no more of days gone by, we turn our hearts towards the sky.
We sing no more of days gone by, but wait beside our
graves to die. © 2012 The ScholarReviews
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StatsAuthorThe ScholarEsco., CAAbout“We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are MEMBERS OF THE HUMAN RACE. And the human race is filled with PASSION. And medicine, law, business, engi.. more..Writing
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