[Soaring Feather]

In yon tower
high away from all
at the midnight hour
do the hounds call
haunting thoughts
of battles long
and loves lost
in the hinderland

Yes, a respite does
you well away up
there on the hill
the warmth of light
beckons all

But borken hearts
and lonely nights
with memories of
fallen knights

Promise of happy
ever after the fodder
for dreamweaver
Spellbinder, a lover
in a world of wars...

Just a gentle word
a little tug at the waist
a little hug
a little secret smile
to remember we
did meet and did
once love in another land
the food to grow on
to love no matter the odds

Oh my knight in yonder castle
remain with me in loves binding cloak
cover me with you hope
run of to War no more, I beg thee
a little tenderness under a loving tree

bentfeather
07/26/04

[Old Sarge]

I am a smith,
and my tools are many,
the sword and the shield,
the armor and the greaves
gauntlets on my hands, to help
face the gauntlet of the foes.

The smith pauses in his craft,
but for a while, for a time,
to wash clean the body and
the soul.

The contest of arms,
Ah! There is no finer honor,
no greater test of might,
or skill, or courage, and I
strive to meet this test.

For, what other, better thing shall be
than the winning of the honor of
your forever loving me?

[StarCMC]

*sigh*