A Henchmans Ballad
Wrote this for Ali.
“Raid the compound, get his ass!”
All around we shatter glass,
and fire our darts and take to flight,
with butterfly’s wings, we fight.
For the Monarch we don Wing and Mask,
in the Guild, where allegiance we were asked
to take, and we pledged ourselves in his name.
So here we are, to play the game,
storm the compound, I’m shot again,
but its just a flesh wound, I’ve had worse while I trained,
and we don’t stop, we fight ‘til we’re dead
or given the command to retreat instead.
But no one knows, what is this vendetta?
His heart so far in it he’ll never be better
until this enemy of his is gone,
and on we march, on and on.
And one day, soon we all hope,
We’ll win this fight and beat this dope.