Once upon a night of stars, there stood a warrior
facing eve
"I’ve better things to do than die" said he not so
long ago
But his defiance was not what he though as he looked
unto his foes
As the eve was his own, and soon he would pass into
the dark in shadows and alone
For love he stood to battle, and for love he stood to
die
In the night of darkening stars, who looked onward to
defy
So with one last silent prayer of love and courage he
lifted his blade
He spoke in strength that humbled his comrades and
caused his foes disarray
"I have lived and loved, by token I will battle and
die.
For I will throw myself between the blades of you foul
beasts
As you haunt the shadows, my sword will haunt your
bodies
I will stand to defy you in death and so you will be
mine
As I shall not let you reach and deprive as life is to
full to be denied
So take me if you dare, though surly you will fall
For my love of the Queen Amber, my courage will stand
tall.
With that battle did onset, as fear wracked those who
stood behind
As the pikes of his foes burst unto his chest, seeming
only to anger him so
And so his sword was swung and many did so fall
Mighty was his singing blade, sturdy as his shield
While none could come to his aid, his mortality was
reviled
Broken were his armored plates, bloody were his bones
As the final fiends dug in, this warrior fell alone.
Gasping for his last few breaths, the tears welled in
his eyes,
as his body fell too cold, the mighty Garrison closed
his eyes
Upon his eminent fade to black, words did rage through
his soul
"Stand to avenge me, as I have died for you!" and soon
his plea paid its toll
From the hazard broken men, whom hid behind the trees,
soon their courage came flooding back after this
decree
Unto their feet the men did charge, and soon the tide
was swung
For on the hopes of all this battle, upon Garrison’s
shoulders, victory was hung
Looking through his blood filled eyes, at the violent
night
He gripped her scarf for his dying love, and bid his
last defiant fight
"Amber I doth love thee, forgive me for my death,
sing our praises for me soul as I am out of breath"
If you hear this tale told, see it goes to her, as
Garrison is no more,
But his memory is pure
He won a day at the cost of life, a hero he did pass
from light
For his princess he did fall, take his tale of valor,
I bid thee stand tall.