the Recruit

Watch the Sun’s rebirth
In the Enslaved forest,
Now you’re the part of force,
Whose white flag you must hoist!

Rebels in black and rebels in white…
Sorcerers think of a victim.
Witches perfect in a muddy light
Insist on finishing with Him!

But He! He is standing alone in the dark
Looking forward for mercy.
The sunset sings for Him like a lark.
Does magic perdition worthy?

The hundred of trolls and suffering elves
Are marching in eyes of the Recruit.
But alas! The darkness absorbs his health,
And He hides his tears in the hood.

The martial man from Ulster is dead,
The Reaper is taking its tribute…
But here is new Recruit with fairy young head…
The Elf hopes He’ll be rather good.


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