Pale sunlight glints on your fair visage,

Sorrow is bourne in your stormy grey eyes,

Quiet strength you have within you,

Standing tall and proud in the morning breeze.

You look to the South and to the East,

Searching for valor in battle,

Hoping for glory in death.

Strong and stern as steel you are,

Yet so lonely and frail,

As a rose frozen by winter's chill,

Awaiting the dawn and bloom of spring.

Cast off your weary raiment,

Stand in the golden sunshine,

Breathe the free air ...