Part 1
A warm fire in the hearth
a wizard reading, in the dark
the winds, a howl on the wall
Lord and Lady, walk the hall
unseen shapes, shadow them
a darkened moon, holding court
in an abyss of black, with the
goddess of the mark.
A mystery, we shall tell,
from dark times, before the dawn.
The unicorn, pure and white
feed in the marshes by this light.
bentfeather (c) 12/05
Part II
A wizard did foresee
a dragon lurking bout
breathing fire out his snout
such fiery wrath the wizard ne’er saw
the writing on the dungeon wall.
War and ravage strewn ‘round.
The town folk cower in their shacks,
the dungeon halls filled with racks,
and stacks of golden whips echo a clanging sound,
shackles hang off the walls,
while rime covered stone and step.
In the great hall round the hearth
the Lord and Lady hold their court.
This retched thing has spoiled their space.
Knights of the Round Table pace
wrinkled brow and anxious face
the evil thing chills their bones
their pints grow warm
holding them in their grip.
Little Wee Folk scurry ‘round
the fear saturated in their bones.
Their homes threatened now
little families live in fear
as the dragon roars in their ear.
The unicorn stiffens in the glen
while the castle hounds wail and bay
the utter destruction to come its way.
Old wizard drags some smoke
from the bong with a long toke
the answer some where in there.
A unicorn without blemish
bound to behold the sword
a knight must hold the sword
and drive it through the heart of the beast.
The winds will bear the bleating
of the slain white unicorn.
Carry the sound silently to the stars
each wind will gather up the new born stars
place them North, South, East and West.
the outline of the unicorn shall rest in
old cold skies a subtle reminder of the
wizard dragon of olden days.
Soaring Feather (c) 2007
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