007; bardsong - dragoons

[kitty_of_light]

♪ To leap, perchance to soar, perchance to fly
With lance in hand, unto the boundless blue
With grace descending back to earth from sky
To strike - displaying aim most keen and true
Yet noble as these armoured warriors be
Still comes the moment when the hand doth fail
When legs doth tremble, knocking at the knee
When hardened constitution seems so frail
O lofty dragoon - elegant and brave!
To awkward action seem thee but a slave!

Doth something plague the feet that once leapt high?
Doth something still the hand with bloodied spear?
Some mask upon thee block sight from thine eye?
Some spell or malice keep sound from thine ear?
And yet must all dragoons strive on anew
Most grand of tasks accepted by their hand
An honour given only to a few
Protection of the sea, the sky, the land
O gallant dragoon - to err is but fate!
Go ever onward, for thy quests await! ♪