• By Blood or By Deed
    By N.A. Triantaffelow

    It is cold, harsh, unforgiving.
    So what is this feeling here?
    This tendency I fear?
    To continue living, this is strange,
    A vile instinct, quite so deranged.
    But hear me now, my brother,
    By blood or by deed,
    I shall rule this land,
    That is all that I need.
    But to continue on, at a beggar's stance,
    That is truly death, even at a glance.
    And the world shall see,
    That you, or me,
    Even a pawn, can be king,
    And to that I agree.
    But all will ask, and I shall answer with glee,
    By blood, or by deed, what is reality?