The hour was bleak indeed
And never did I think the tide would turn.
I was in such desperate need --
The hour was bleak indeed.
I had so many mouths to feed --
There was no kindling left to burn.
The hour was bleak indeed
And never did I think the tide would turn.
Then they rode in with armor shimmering blue!
Charging with lances polished, striking true
On they rode towards the looming legions
Without any single hesitation
The chargers rode towards the devastation
Hand-picked souls from all across the regions
Ready and willing and able to fight --
And that they did all through the day and night
The teeming hordes ridiculed and doubted
Our resolve. Yet there the masses routed --
Sent back into the depths in rank defeat
And when they returned to the camp for respite
The commander thanked me for my feat --
My defiance against the raging despot.
What heroic deeds have done?
They struck the killing blows -- I made none.
Why should I have glory to claim?
All I did was tend the flame.
Without them the day could not be won!
Of my deeds -- could they say the same?