TRIBAL FIRES

TRIBAL FIRES
In a ring the old ones sit
As they tell ancient stories in the fire
Long before the lands were split
And greed became every king's desire
The Stone Breakers, who sailed from a far away land
The ones with Iron Hammers who formed the woods
Built their homes from the strength in their hands
And they grew strong because they could
Laughter and songs fill the midnight air
Songs for the ones who died with glory
Ancient battles that made you wish you were there
So you could relive the entire story
Night turns to dawn as they begin to rise
To go on their way with strength renewed
As they remain filled with a strong sense of pride
With their swords by their side as all warriors do.
©2012 Darryl Mouzone