Love of Europa

by: Jake Arminius | Published: April 24, 2015

In the darkest dawn
Europa shall rise
As the Phoenix
Reborn and wielding
Sword and Shield

Fire her breath
Wisdom her words
The love of her sons and daughters
The mother only asks

Their hearts born of steel
Will be the sacrifice given
In the Sacred Grove
On the polished pew
Between the cobblestone of ancient roads
From the hot smell of supper

A whisper will grow
Into the voice strong and proud
Will her sword bang the shield
Those that rise from their slumber
Shall know the call
A call of trumpets traveling the wind
A stroke of the vivid brush
Painting a bright Sun

The Hounds of Hel have been
Unleashed from their dark, deep abode
With strong, flashing steel
With burning eyes, smirking lips
The Hounds will fall

So, stalwart defenders
Show that dark, deep Hel
Sons and Daughters of Europa
Know no equal
Come home to light the pyres of heroes

Tags: Poetry, BattleCry, Nationalism

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