Boudicca

Boudicca
 
Damn
 the Romans
They bath in warm waters
The cold of icy streams will serve us well enough
They know the comfort of the hearth
We know the moss the dew
We wait in the woods beyond the pale
They are a million miles from you and i my queen
Our comfort is their misery
Our life is their death
The world that nurtures you my queen
Is the bane of the strange feather
We breath they choke
The Gods live in us
The ancient glory is ours again
Let us portion our due and drive the others to the sea
Surely we shine greater
surely we die well sung
the heather the oak the ancient stones know our deeds
ride with me and never wake
Glory is our dawn

all rights reserved Michael Garland 7-5-16