Farewell to the Capital
With swaying hues of green and gold,
I leave the city, far beyond the fold.Six armies wait with not a single
charge,
As I turn, with a flicker of my visage
large.
And on my steed, I ride into the west,
Leaving behind, the city I love best.
A hundred miles, I'll soon embark,
My journey ahead, with a heavy heart.
With a flick of my brow and a turn of my head,
I leave behind the battles and the dead.
Towards a new life, my path I'll take,
With memories of home, I'll never forsake. |