Plenty Moons Ago

There was a time of man and  his honour

Promises engraved not on a stone, but into his soul

Where truth swelled like sunshine,

Lies and traitors rebuked for shame

There was a time of shame

There was punishment and justice 

Where the guilty stood in admission

But with grace and courage to own up

There was a time where a man owned up

To his responsibilities, to his King,

To his Kingdom, and his beloved Lover,

Pride of Goodness bloomed in his heart

There was a time where a man had a heart

Sensitive to tears and pain, in empathy

Building great Kingdoms and Homes

Where he stood as bastion, through sacrifices and pain

There was a time when man understood pain

Not his own, but her tears.

He fought wars for her and slayed evil Kings,

He bought the moon back to her feet

There was a time when a man worshiped her feet

As a symbol of love and admission to femininity

Protecting her from the misery of the world

And fighting for her honour

There was a time of man and his honour

Honour of being the man. Honour for Love, 

For Bravery, For Destiny, For Pride

For Life, For Her and Her Honour

There was such a time, plenty moons ago.