Mood: celebratory
Topic: Scotland
"The Birth Of Scotland"
A romantic post on the birth of a nation,born out of Love,War and death.
With loud-sounding strides he rush'd westward,
In the clank of his armour bright
And he looked like the spirit of loda,that scatters
dismay o'er the war way and fight
Like a thousand waves on a crag that roll,yelling
When the ugly storm is at it's height
So awful the clash of mail and his weapons,
While his face wore the winter of fight!
His smooth claymore glittered aloft
In his champion hand it was light;
And the snoring winds kept moving his locks
like spray in the whirlpool's might!
The hills on each side they were shaken,
And the path seemed to tremble with fright!
Gleamed his eyes,and his great heart kept swelling-
Oh ! cheerless the terible sight