The Hendriad

(Verse 1)

In lands of fire and mountains tall,

Cavaliers heed the ancient call.

For in our hearts, a longing burns,

For wine, women, and songs, we yearn.

(Chorus)

Oh, the wine, like liquid gold,

In goblets raised, our tales are told.

With every sip, our spirits rise,

To reach the stars, beyond the skies.

(Verse 2)

And in the arms of women fair,

We find our solace, without a care.

Their laughter rings like silver bells,

In their embrace, our hearts do swell.

(Chorus)

Oh, the women, with beauty rare,

Their gentle touch, beyond compare.

In their eyes, we see the stars,

As we dance beneath the moonlit bars.

(Verse 3)

And let the songs, like soldiers roar,

Echo through the mountains, evermore.

For in their melody, we find our voice,

And in their rhythm, we rejoice.

(Chorus)

Oh, the songs, with power untold,

In their embrace, our hearts enfold.

With every note, our spirits rise,

To reach the heavens, beyond the skies.