de Iron Maiden
The smell of resined leather
The steely iron mask
As you cut and thrust and parried at the
fencing master's call.
As a young boy chasing Dragons
with your wooden sword so mighty.
You're St. George or you're David and you always
killed the beast.
You'll die as you lived
In a flash of the blade,
In a corner forgotten by no-one.
You lived for the touch
For the feel of the steel,
One man, and his Honour.