BeLeaguered
Written by: Sean Anderson (Zeek Folethor McKrye)
BeLeaguered
Date: January 1003 M.R. I laugh and hope Nothing falls down In the land of the Kind Victory comes dear bought And departs with ease I run through the cold wood On senseless footing The roots snap and snarl In the fine earth Where the wind is tossed I catch my heart beating A call for sad songs The lesson of Winter Never taught to the star Happy claims of capering ravens I worry at blankets Hail falling frae my head A shadow lights across The featureless plain The lonely king is proud I clasp the smooth bark When it's reached my side And been mine friend For a memory Gladness is swift and sorry I plant and kick Now the rhythm is good And weary at days end Cool glass next bright fire Damp grass is black I open my word The aid found near Clever and sounding Distance common yet useless At the last not mine I call up the old way Rich green in the darkening The smell of warm home Caught all in the morning Motts severed and floating I plan for the next day Chance turns to nothing Wistful of yore Not content with languid We bundle onward I sip frae the deep cup Wished well and therefore The circle means to be A round in the snow Smoke for a few I stretch at my wounds Taken without thought Pushed to the safe edge Never was broken Yellow branded and bested I leap to the fore Where notice is not Challenge to ring the tall bell A prize worth double Better taken together I am sad at the end That has not arrived Both paths of woe Make for a good story Chosen young till later |
Created by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 03-01-11 01:51 PM
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