[Soaring Feather]

Until we meet again fair Knight
I beg thee please take care on the road of sand
and your travel to your humble abode.

The castle lights burn low
as a traveling you go
and Glen Gaul Way is cloaked in quiet
no clashing swords in the fields
no stomping hooves of the steeds
no laughter ringing from the rafters
or drinking heartily of the rum

The fireflies go limp from the silence
in the dip away down by the Gaul's great pond
and the dragonflies sleep now til dawn

Travel well and in confidence that your mission
is not spent on fruitless acts or deeds, no sir.
The Dragon Flies' Lair awaits the return of your soldiers feet.

bentfeather
06-22-05

[laurenmarlowe]

Thank you both, dear ones.

Thank you Sarge for keeping us safe.

Godspeed and a safe journey for you, and we anxiously await your return to The Lair Sarge.

[Old Sarge]

At any hour, any time,
my sojourn takes me where I must,
and where I will,
for those roads run together
for time to come.

But not without the passing day
of treading the bowers of Glen Gaul Way,
flowers around the paths,
birds wading in their baths,
music from the hall,
and through this idyll all,

will walk the Lady clad in grey,
shining in a sparkling gray,
cares of the day
falling away
like leaves in the autumn of Glen Gaul Way.