The Nation of Warriors (Poem)

Author: Alondrian Heartsbane

Hail to all of you
Who stand and guard the night thru
Protecting the land from the blight
Though it may cost all your life.

Trained from childhood
To fight the shadow as long as you could
And always hoping for peace one day
Until in the arms of the mother you lay.

From the spine of the world to worlds end
You are the guardians of all and never do you bend
Your cities are a fortress and your art is death
Forever fighting evil, to the world’s last breath.

And I know that you have heard it before
So again Peace favor your swords.