Spears brake upon the shields
As waves buck upon the stone.
Glittering shining shards and slivers
Splinter as yellowed bone.
They thrust a wave upon us,
Then another do they roll,
But they, they brake upon us,
Their spirits rattled with the toll.
Beards bespittled we besmirch them
To try their luck once more,
And once more they brake upon us
As the waves upon the shore.
They thrust a wave upon us,
Then another do they throw,
But they, they brake upon us,
And within our fire grows.
Let your spears come hither!
Throw at us what ye will!
Ever shall we slight you,
Safe our Keep upon the hill!
They thrust a wave upon us,
Then another rolls in gold,
But they, they brake upon us,
As the wheat falls to the stone.
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Love the imagery. I could really see the onslaught of people when you described them as waves breaking on the shore.
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