Stirred At Heart

In the golden age, 'heroes' of old

In tales and ballads, we were told

Men of great stature and bold

Was it their, nature born?

Or the craftsman's hand in mold

Believe not! meekly what we'd been told

Indeed a mighty arm at play

To stirr a surface still in day

Hurry in, act now, you may

Whether divine or devil's pay

To 'know' is the wisdom, we pray

'A plot' set in motion on the way

A heart so willing, but flesh unwilling

With swords and armor before a foe unyielding

To the battle, without an ending

Yet glimpses of victory, over horizon trending

Only grey men walk the earth breathing

The bitter truth we've been waiting