Iciness everywhere the nights in their days
Naked sins that around prevails.
Died to live the livelihood and in
Every march the brave they stood. The
Pace they build to raze English will, the
Early they rise the sooner they fall.
Never had they given up nor did they perch, the
Dampness prevailed and the vantage acquired. The
Echo’s of the martyr are heard after ages and ages and
Now the crown is shifted from the White.
Could not just mind the real blight,
Every soul they left, they left for the rest.
Dawn for the dead, another sunrise
And perhaps the struggle made
Yet another day to celebrate.
- -- Julien
