The Promise

Not long ago there came a band of fearless warriors
Armed to the teeth, though they came from the barrios
Years yonder, they were just nothing but lowly Tyros
Honed to mastery by the Royal Cavalry named LKP.

Wandering, they looked upon their long lost brothers
For a Feast is to come, a Feast so long been pondered
For all the Brothers to come including the living Shamans
To give Glory to the One, and to embrace each and everyone.

For a great time will come to mark the Cavalry’s survival
After fifty long years of pride and leadership beyond denial
Elevating its Name above the herd of Grecian initials
Creating Its own army of professionals and academicians

The Promise stood from one special Band from the Middle
They will all come to the Feast and not a single soul lesser
For the Feast extend far from what Bacchus can offer
For each one’s presence shall fulfill a blessing from Heaven.

Hail to the One, as the last of the missing Brother came
From the shores afar, He braved the eerie darkness asail
Treading his first step aground the rest are weary-waiting
For the long reunion that everyone has been yearning.

Cheers poured like rain as battle stories were exchanged
Thanks to the Bounty hosted by the Son of Neocles
Each one’s presence sends signal to the Far and Near East
That some of the Brothers not from the Middle also came.

Now, the Time has come to cast a renewed Promise among
The Band from the Middle for their Tasks has evolved
Before they were taught to excel and if possible live in Fame
Now they have to keep the burning Fire to Forever keep its Flame!