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

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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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