The tribes long arrival
Don’t think they just didn’t
By sweet witches brews and
The asp tongues that sip it
Distraction distinctions
Dogs to these players
Some faiths cant see them
Night proofs for naysayers
Whatever relations
Far flung by our stars
Came swift to Valhalla
In fear of Vlads wars
Wagons encircled 'neath
Eyes of the Furies
Hammering stakes
Like new patriots worries
The future of ancients
Gifts to the thirsty
Uncertain what's done
Usurped in its mercy
The serpents slink slowly
Through borders unwritten
While whispers of conquest
In shadows are smitten
Ghosts of those fallen
Still walk through the dope
For kingdoms rebuilt
On their embers of hope
Banners unravelled
Still proudly they fly
For pacts with the ancients
Endure through the sky
In the halls of decision
Locked bordered walls
The fate of our nations
Truth lives and falls
Sift through the worthy
Welcome the friend
Careless mistakes
And kingdoms may end
For what is a nation
Without knowing its own
The rise or the fall
In whose seeds that are sown
The swirl keeps on turning
Through trials and fires
What’s forged in our choices
Builds empire, or pyres
-Hermit King-
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