One by one the children came
through passages dark and dim.
They marched so proudly, tall and brave;
no quiver seen on beardless chin.
They marched with purpose, resolute
through darkened corridors.
And pushed past vet'rans twice their age
who dared to block their course
They marched to ancient chambers, dank,
where fork-tongued serpents reigned
And by the torch of righteousness,
the wicked snakes were slain
These boys of nigh on seventeen
bore swords of full-grown men
And slaughtered all who tried to keep
their freedom from them, then.
These boys of youth, with heart of steel
wrought down a righteous blade,
Because their hearts compelled them to,
that a better world be made.
The serpents, now, are long since dead
their old thrones crumbled down.
And our young boys, now wizened men
with forked tongue and gilded crown.