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Montenegro
A land steeped in history all forgot
But never left alone.
Midst toil and strife the work is done
For King and Crown as was a’fore.
The bell which tolls within the Heart –
Of nation proud; beleaguered still
Is calling one and all to hear the clarion –
“Come one, come all to serve the King”
The King that is Who’s Queen I am
In dead of night My will to shine
Upon man and nature long o’re due
For solace, companionship and mirth –
The face of old to crack asunder
In craggy smile and laugh like thunder.
Looking only forward, upward, higher still
To the heights wherein the eagles soar.
Atop the mountain black the eyrie rests
Upon a rock so firm and bold
As none of old have ever seen.
The Warrior and Clansmen gather
The Host of Heaven lead the Way.
To battle once for all to see –
The might of God the mountain moves
As Hearts rejoice and others die
Upon the sword they sought to wield.
The heathen horde of old arises
The usurper also close to home
Would spread his word to slothful hearts
To rule o’re all is their intent --
To ashes is their fate.
‘Tis the Spirit of (The) Warrior bold --
Not the hapless man who would be king,
Who sets aside all who would stand between
The Love of God and Destiny o’ Man
The Kingdom come –
In Montenegro’s Shangri-la
The mountain black
All clothed in White
Of purest cloth, The Will of God
All stain removed
By sacrifice of Royal Blood
The Union of the North and south --
And thus of east and west..
Amen.
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