Come, Shield and Charger – Poem

Come, Shield and Charger Set yourself to steel; a shield is needed And we can have no spike against the hand, No weakness to bring harm to the bearer, Or Death will have a merry feast this war. Your troop is doubting, and are they correct? Come, Charger - leader of the family - , … Continue reading Come, Shield and Charger – Poem


Shant – Poem

Shant Furious at questions (Which mildly hint Toward a suggestion Of mental-squint) She slams with a tired tongue, Crying, for she is young. Forgiven for the same; And Mother's love Gives on beyond the pain, For hope above Drives her soul onward now - Praying the seed sown grows.