Never Went our Righteous Lest we Bled

Cover me, O modern romance, won’t you sew this age and deliver me?
Where go the knights to fight this freedom?
The freedom to love, the freedom to weep, and the purity of flesh we once embraced…
Cover me, as once you’ve done and inspired other men to do
Romance has gone, and silenced our call as mortals.

Sentimental is longed caressed of time, though keen to no one in this day….
Great men lost, and noble women bled...ever so long ago
Anew have we entrapped our loneliness to believe, or make it so we can.

Merlin…
O great magician…
Have you abandoned us to this darker fate, to thy fortuitous brother of night?
What sates the heart of our people today, but a most frequent symbol of violence…
And that none other original, before them?

What makes men really men; or women as they are?
Imagining themselves warriors of faith as they once were…
They’re faces then etched in something they believed.
What do we believe today, what wars do we understand now?
These wars afore resolved yet come again?

But no longer rises his great sword, or inspires his great speech
As now we’re memorized of history, and more of us die.
Can not knowledge empower us still?
Does passion still bespeak this land free, or does a more obvious obligation harder reign?

Forthwith I am blinded, hence the scriptures read.
Never stated mine own opinions of war, lest I arrive at an old feud having gone no where.
I might pray or decide out loud, and beside me my others do the same.
But what of it, we of this age, have we aligned ourselves to do but speak?
This age of peace I bless it

But has not history taught us one thing we can agree?
That fires burn apart of our soul, fusing us forever
Never without our confrontations, behest our mighty deeds
Or better ideals consigning us our purpose.
We must believe to truly live, lest we die without knowing why we truly lived.

My consensus being, of a worthy debate as not my movement just begun
Withheld a less general opinion, for that I am not as willing or forthwith.
Describing this age though not alone, but moreover of its people.
I am one of these, lured by mystery and ever disappointed for my faith

I wish to raise my sword and yell as they did
“I am not afraid to die for this, but willing to fight and live this hour at my best.
Known as right now my faithful savior, because I believe”!