Ken Krogue

A Promise Kept

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My comrades wait with tearful eye, their stature great on blood-red sky.

With weapons won, an edge honed fine, their ranks unfilled as I search for mine.

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The rebel gone, their service found; temperance due, and glory round.

My hand gains strength as light enfolds; Excalibur’s freedom to trust I hold.

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My search is end; the hilt is deep in rusty gore.  Eyes blind from sleep I search for more.

To gain my sight and take my place in glory’s right.

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I tense and strain, my grip unsure; a man-size hilt doth call for more

Than hands untried in ways of war; I seek this test, so much in store.

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To all creation, there comes a time; the promise made, I wait for mine.

The path I seek, I’ve thought of well; as to my mettle, but time will tell.

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My hands return to the task laid out, thews contract, with a might shout

The blade is drawn from the stone once bound.  A promise kept; my weapon found.

I join my brethren in the bloody fray; Armageddon’s fury in a single day.

The Counsel called when time was young; a plan to follow, led by the Son.

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Oh, great the thought of such a cause!  Infinities own unshaken laws,

Proclaim the pledge we made to him; that truth and light may never dim.

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Ken Krogue