The Army of the Setting Sun
This is the tale of an army,
Lead by a great, noble king.
His mighty men victorious,
In every battle they've seen.
Laying siege to castles,
Capturing enemy fortresses,
Overcoming tremendous odds,
Slaughtering large enemy masses.
Pursuing justice and peace,
They fought only against evil,
Setting freedom upon the land.
Proving existence of good in people.
The king had not a kingdom,
But he had his own conscience,
Which that alone was enough,
For that's what his men believed in.
The army, devoted to the king,
They were patriots to his vision,
Fighting against hordes of enemies,
Defending commoners from oppression.
Their greatest accomplishment,
Sacking the fortress of their foe.
A tremendous feat in itself,
A city carved in a mountain of stone.
The trebuchets, nearly useless,
They served only as a distraction,
While the king and his finest soldiers,
Scaled the eastern wall of the mountain.
This group of nine soldiers, king included,
Assaulted the tyrants