For Our King

The Rose of Beauty

is my song

of victory sure.

A battle long—

is not yet won,

grows longer still.

But cast in iron,

this warrior’s will,

shall carry me

on eagle wings

with music of

that song. It rings

across all seas

and through the air,

is never silent,

always where

this battle takes me

’til it’s done

and daybreak comes

with dawn’s new sun.