Fire Upon the Blade

Fire upon the blade, sabers drawn
Legions daringly soar over moors
Well-turned horns, dust of stars at their feet
Unafraid brothers of empire’s fight
Scent of smoke in the anguished surrounds
The hours that weave incantations
Escaped from the cauldron’s mystical rim
Lost in the loom of the night of nights
The clashing of arms
Blood resting on leaf and on thorn
Farewell to the radiant dawn
Dust of stars, well-tuned horns
Fire upon the blade
Fire upon the blade