The Lioness

In the land of dawn the castles rise

Where the lioness rules and roams

Her golden mail wrought in kind

With grand champions of old


A burden to sway our worldly souls

Ever borne upon proud shoulders

From widest plain to farthest knoll

Where she walks all will heed her


Fear and love for her crimson name

Weigh hearts throughout the land

She risen from us, alone to claim

Firm rule from town to strand


So the banners of chivalry fly

With her wishes, in accordance

The lioness both fierce and wise

Guards her beloved justice.

© 2012, Elizabeth Cook


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