• We came, we fell
    a battle call
    aroused, but one by one
    and in the dust of Myrtledoor
    a rose, so simple, earth sprung

    they crowed round, those men of arms
    and made, as if to take
    the ring that formed, of innocent awe
    a moment passed, shared by all
    and breath so baited, 'twas swore

    the walls did shake,
    the heavens open,
    the mother gave of her life
    and little ones, which sprouted forth
    carrying their nascent call, as to Fife

    battle-hardened, weary men
    together, they rose as one
    swept of the embers, with shaken hands
    drew a bead, a final time
    to unite, once disparate lands.