A last ditch defense of home
Attackers' screams echoed instead
Of the gentle birdsong we'd known
Greed and lust tore the world that day
Burned the crops almost ripe
Old Scratch laughed to have his way
Death dirges instead of highlander's pipes
The womenfolk held off the raiders
Those alive limped away quick
Our defeat lay in the fields beyond
The battle fallen, burned out wicks
The next enemy, fought every year
Harsh winter, old Homicide
Takes no quarter, mindless to icy tears
Unprepared now, woe betides
The babes at the breast must survive
The fires of homes will stay lit
Each innocent a victory kept alive
The vile dark staved off, we'll not quit
©️Sylphide 2021
