Lirael Poem
Saraneth
Long steel chains
And a stalwart wall
A binding of strength
That will never fall
Strength in power
Strength in song
Soldiers in mail
Live for long
Deep drums
And high pitched bells
A dead spy
Never tells
Saraneth I'm called
I'm part of the seven
We made the charter
Way back when
I'm mortal like most
So I do not care
I'm bound to a bell
-A minor fare
My life has passed
Its time to go
I'll join the others
Without woe
Abhorsens will come
To fight in my stead
Now its their job
To bind the dead
I'll help them as I please
I'm the strongest by far
Like a wave on the beach
And a distant star
Boy im disappointed...No reviews!!! SIGH