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An Elegy, A. Ignacius


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An Elegy

Orenia, the pride of old,

Our glories so manifold,

But now thy name is nought,

Thy Kingdom hath been wrought,

By war between kin,

Our holy reign didst begin

To crumble and fracture away,

Our fate already set astray.

 

For civil war didst rage,

Our beloved kingdom in its cage,

Our people didst divide,

And the once strong kingdom didst subside,

The gods forsook us in our plight,

We were left to fight,

Our faith didst not protect,

But we shall not now accept.

 

Our people didst suffer and die,

Our kingdom's fate so hard to deny,

Our powers so great,

Didst turn to fate,

Our common foe,

Didst bring our kingdom to its woe,

Our holy land didst perish,

But our faith will not yet disperse.

 

Though our kingdom is no more,

And our people now so poor,

Our faith still carries the flame,

The light of the holy name,

Our beliefs of old,

Didst remain so bold,

Though our Kingdom hath fallen,

We shall serve our god and follow.

 

Orenia, now gone,

Thy name lives on,

Our faith and will,

Shall remain still,

Though our Kingdom didst perish,

Our faith will not diminish,

So we shall serve,

Our God forevermore.

A.I.

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