The droll and dreary Calvary came marching in by twos
With sword in hand and horse beneath they all went searching for clues
The trumpet sounded the horses whined, the men all clapped in cheers
Then on their steads they all went forth to shed all blood and tears
Their swords did clash with one another, the sound of metal clashing
Rang across the battle field, the other sounds all mashing.
And once the battle was all done and one man did remain,
On his trusty steed he mounted and told all of his gain.
The truth in all our fighting is (and thus he did proclaim)
Is nothing, utter nothing since all demons have been slain.
And resting his sword down for all the towns folk to all see
He smashed it into bits and then laid down for the death of thee.
 aphelia the vampire · Fri Feb 03, 2012 @ 07:50am · 0 Comments |
