[Soaring Feather]

I fear the winds of war blow hard
and everyone is hit with shard
I gird myself in clothes of warmth
for strong winds come from the North
Blasting cold upon my hearth
daggers thrown for revenge
knifing all on the fringe

As Sir Valiant brave and bold
wore the daggers in the old
days of honor to defend
the friendship of a loyal friend.

Are those days gone when honor
stood in brilliance and fealty
respect of privacy
of honor to all about
may lay in ashes from the shout.

bentfeather
07.05.04

[Old Sarge]

Let the winds howl, and shriek, and wuther,
for I have known them, like no other,
fear them not, for I shall stay,
and protect, for my heart knows no other way.

Need is a thing which can harden a heart,
shatter romance and tear friends apart,
but Need can also be hearth and heart's fire,
for to be Needed is everyone's secret desire,

So keep of fair cheer at this late evening hour,
for, though I have consigned myself to my tower,
the sally port's open, to enter the fray,
for there's one last hero who will try and save the day!

(c) 07-05-2004 by JSR