Heroes

                                        
                                        Harold fights on three fronts

                                        In timid scare, to battle descend

                                        Cast hearts as limbs out beyond limits

                                                Down, down, down

 

                                        Scipio treats with deserters harshly

                                        Beheading Latins, crucifying Romans

                                        Exemplars all of turncoat creeds

                                                Down, down, down

                                        Richard faced the walls but once

                                        To see, and not to take

                                        A prudence that disappointed so

                                                Down, down, down

 

                                        Windgate takes the bull by the horns

                                        In mud and rain, deep penetration through

                                        To strike the mind if not the heel

                                                Down, down, down

 

                                        Full courage run on each for each

                                        The bitter gall, bladed grasp of blood

                                        Consumed and left in legend

                                                Down, down, down