Iron Hide
Exhiled from light for no grace befell thy hell his opening act of dying
Darkness did such inquire of his Highness First of the Dyers unexpired
Sired by Shires presiding over denied trials of Lycan
Her ghost of the lake may knight those of hood and hoof under Viking
Thy Harons of Baron from Bartholomew and Bathory accused of abuse in life yet transpired
For none be higher than he who Knighted Ethos in fire
Admired by wilds of science be us Druids of fluid codenamed fluoride
Shadow travellers of time like arrows through marrow hear our little voice inside
Fists that never miss we turn wrists of Tiger Pride
Drafting Lovecraft in Anarchisms finest scarred laugh of memoirs
Witchery dickens oh Plisken not missing his eggs in kitchens chief staff of calm
Caged the fires rage, two thousand years for one page of Lions
Replacing his Lycans lost in Leon the Kings Court counting crows crying
Proposed upon Queens throne the spear of scorched earth now accessory to styling
Leagues he did teach to never overreach but balance their naught of claw
Pride and prejudice these tools such fools wage war upon us Men so poor
Petal of lily shan’t we the wildlings be of your grace to have one final rising of your undying
Decimus Colossus Merridius first Knight of Meridian lay in his field of hearts crying
Rome of old stone made from African bone stolen in brick taken of her lions
How silent sound growled ever hush on town beguiling
Rows of raucous tones under open domes how they threw down his rose dying
Aurelius first Mage of Plagus does now play chartered seas of degrees in seperation
Gather splattered earthly matter for upon this day we play the spinning crowns coronation
Noble wear thy royal gown from Headingly their melody serenly drowned
Jesters crested best hound in town ever weather better versed so proud
Even clouds that sat on walls came down with such dread ever said of sound
Wallow thy fairest swallow maiden of birds such heard flown from towers hallowed
Played strings in steps down bending rain to sound his chorus of hangmans Gallows
It cannot rain all the same if her name be not crows of Spain but Sparrow
Fields I plant of thee do gift this Centurion his rose on meadows Meacham
Rows shall grow to owe no Emperor of his abode your final Elysium
We left Rusty his Crow of snow below the standing bones under thy hallowed coliseum
With crimson gold our Spaniard gallops annals of time sown to this amulet
Walk from treason through seasons with skulls of Krull playing all names of Hamlet
Need not of light to circle dark for it give two of one eyed crow
Meadows sown for his love be atoned in shining Meridian of yellow glows
No cross does lurch upon the dead who walk on waters under church
Sink the old grave for they saved my name always held in dirt
They have risen those perched in prison the underground kingdom of worm
Cheers for Fenrir the Balkan Valkan he his own steed be such word to howl if ever heard
East meets West in questing who wish to test his best fur against any word
Told thy greatest story for better purpose in works of a bird
