Sound Their Horns

Silver rain in winter falls
Anthems shadow ancient halls
Tow’ring spires o’er windswept plains
Watchmen sound their horns.

Broken dreams paint silence red
Flags aloft display their dread
Whisp’ring tears call forth the deep
Watchmen sound their horns.

Who has heard the desp’rate calls?
Who has come from thund’ring falls?
Knights unknown in raiment dark
Out of the depths they rise from ash.

Flames and waters flood their path
Sword and shield meet hellish wrath
Tales of old they now survive
Watchmen sound their horns.

Born in days whence shadow fled
Born of songs in books not read
Scribes foretold the warriors’ creed
The coming of the Guardian’s Fold.

29 November 2008 by Glen Alan Woods