In the Trees
In a fortress that long ago the woods consumed
Reside a band of mighty men
Who fight that freedom might be resumed.
Sallying from their long forgotten den,
They rage against their tyrant,
They fight for what had been.
They not a moment’s peace grant
So the tyrant goes to war.
His soldiers through the trees chant,
Tell the rebels where they are.
With ambush after ambush
Their pride is marred in gore.
The blood upon the clean bush
Lingers after their passing,
They on against the wall push,
The rebel fort harassing.
The few and mighty meet the battle-
A fleeting fight over broken stones-
They spare none of the tyrant prattle.