Forged by the fires of kingdoms past 
Category: Writing and Poetry 


Forged by the fires of kingdoms past
Drenched in tales of lore at long last
Flamed by the fire of the goddesses' shire
The dragon's breath wallows in the mire

 

Seeping with knights and cold hearted knaves
Creeping with common paupers and slaves
A bard's tale, the people whale
For equality, they say "all hail"

 

The castle walls spiral to Juliette's room
The wizard's spell engulfs and consumes
The unicorns play in mystical fields
The brave hearted baron wielding his shield
The locket of my princess hides and conceals

 

The love she has for her prince
Pay for thee a schilling and quince
The wretched fog rolls into the bog
The chained prisoner in the dungeon gets flogged

 

Banners and crests
Lord Byron felt breasts
Of the young maiden's fair
The fowler used his masterful snare

 

Turned my thumb screws to you
The stretching machine would accommodate two
The grand inquisitor accused those he despised
The shrilling screams of those who were wise
The frightened stare of the prisoner's eyes

 

The pomp, the pageantry, the lord and the gentry
The mote, the draw bridge, the guard and the sentry
Things stayed like this through the centuries

 

Man's fixed ideas and religion
Catapults and cross bows
Weapons of war
Boiling oil
Burns and leaves sores

 

Tear down the walls
Roam the hallowed halls
Take the curtain calls
See Shakespeare fall
Giving his all
For this quintessence of dust