Weary, my angels,
Stand by side,
As protectors,
To dying kings.
Duty bound,
Loyal,
To purpose,
For a cause,
Long lost,
Long forgotten.
In crimson hues
of dying light.
In the dust
Of ones we loved
We are,
in battle's midst,
Some to fight,
Some to sleep,
N'er to wake,
So sets the sun
Blanket dark
And rest,
My angels,
Rest.
