"The Piper"

I cant believe I dare get on without having written that poem about Ireland. I wrote a differant one though.

I had in inspiration while reading "Rilla" again. I was thinking how awful is was that L.M. Montgomery was saying how touching and famous Walter's poem was, and yet...not a line was mentioned. So, I have taken the liberty to write "The Piper" myself. Montgomer apperantly not given to poem writing left a blank space and I decided to at least try to fill it in. I'm sure I didn't do a good job at all, not as good as Walter's would have been I'm sure. But then, it is very easy to say the poem was great when she didn't write one at all.
So here is my feeble try at filling blanks that have been left such for nearly a hundred years. A risky task.

The Piper has piped
his doleful song
He pranced through the valley
beckoning us along

The music of our duty called
so to erase pain and cruelty
Men not heroes obey fate
from a dark world again bring beauty

Many have fallen
and more will die
The Pipers death call rings
we have risen to accept the cry

It could have been longer, but a stipulation was given and I could not break it, "as an epitome of all the pain and hope and pity and purpose of the mighty confilct, crystalized in three inmortal verses."

I'm afraid it doesn't fit those qualifications, but I don't think L.M.M. knew how hard it is to do all that in three verses.

Anyhow, you told me, Grym to write a poem about war, so here it is.