[Soaring Feather]

Alas fair Knight
tis the night
that holds the horrors
and unleashes them
to the hounds of winds....

Yes, I fear they reap a harvest
of blood and guts and flesh
the hounds of hell with teeth bared
and no soul unscathed
the pound of flesh is paid
all the cards show spades
the road to Hades is paved
with bones along the way
glistening white by light of day

So in your tower stay
safe from the fray
to look in joy upon another day
from the turret far away......

bentfeather
07.05.04

[Old Sarge]

Now, what manner of hero or soldier be I,
to hide in yon' tower at battle's full cry?
The winds may buffet and howl, 'tis so true,
naught but noise and bluster is what they can do,

For I know their power, that thing which eggs on,
the rabble behind them, that tempest-tossed con,
that false and baseness, the horrors of gloom,
and I know the verse that will spell for them, Doom!

So, stand 'neath my cloak, and we'll weather this squall,
and scales from eyes, like feathers shall fall,
and new friends and old, shall we make and rejoin,
and Trust and Love shall again be the Realm's Coin!

(c) 07-05-04 by JSR