lash and chain

[fledgist]

 where no salvation comes from a dead lord
we're cast adrift and there's no guiding star

no symbol serves to act as luminar

and we have taken a strange one aboard

as sign and seal in these realms unexplored

of all our dangers yet we're not so far

beyond the norms of everyday devoir

but have paid more than mortals can afford

we asked for honesty and got hard stone

straight in the face nothing could be so plain

but to push onward is the single choice

that folk of honour have bred in the bone

regardless of the threat of lash and chain

or whether the old villains will rejoice