The Crimson Plume
the crimson plume.
Oh! know ye the knight of the red waving plume?
Lo! his lightning smile gleams through the battle’s wild gloom,
Like a flash through the tempest; oh! fly from that smile!
’Tis the wild-fire of fury—it glows to beguile!
And his sword-wave is death, and his war-cry is doom!
Oh! brave not the knight of the dark crimson plume!
His armour is black, as the blackest midnight;
His steed like the ocean-foam, spotlessly white;
His crest a crouched tiger, who dreams of fierce joy—
Its motto “Beware! for I wake to destroy!”
And his sword-wave is death, and his war-cry is doom!
Oh! brave not the knight of the dark crimson plume!
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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