Soldiers in grey

Flanked by the fallen,
Scarred by the wind,
See the soldiers in grey,
Holding the line
That was willed in a world that is gone.

Lost is the reason, gone the control,
Dead are the lords of the stones.
Yet dutiful still, see the soldiers in grey
Holding the line,
Obeying a granite command.

Come Wiccan, come wacko, come Wayne,
Come archaeo, megarak and loon,
See the soldiers in grey, holding the line,
See the power that endures, see the will
Imposed from a world that is gone.

Anon