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WheelOver the rivers and the seas,
Far to the northern windy field
I dream of green hills, summer rain,
the light of hope in the new day,
I see old heroes brought to life
through ancient magic’s music call.
I see the Dragon leading them
to beat the hated ancient foe.
Under the moonless, starless sky
I heard their timeless battlecries,
I saw them against the enemy force,
I saw them swept away like flies.
And then I saw him - redhaired, bold,
His pride was new, his wisdom old,
And in the mirrors of his eyes
Reflected were all of his lives.
He drew his sword, stood up and yelled,
And then the enemies were felled,
And then he lead us on and on,
One for all and all for one,
We followed him into the mist,
We broke their line, we formed a fist,
Through the dark and on the way
To bring the light in the new day….

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To the Bards

by =Muse-of-Thor, May 2, 2011, 7:48:26 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Tell me a tale,
O Wise one,
tell me about old times.

Tell me of dragons and kings,
tell me of forests unknown,
tell me of magic and dreams,
tell me of all that you know.

Tell me a tale,
O Stranger,
tell me of years before.

Tell me of ravenous wars,
tell of the princesses lost,
tell me of noble knights,
tell me of shadows and trolls.

Tell me a tale,
Mighty Guardian,
tell me of people of old.

Tell me of love everlasting,
tell me of fantasies rich,
tell me of them with true hearts,
tell me a story of life!

To the Bardsby =Muse-of-Thor

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Dedicated to the best band ever.

I came from nowhere
without a task, without a name.
Don't fear my evil fate,
so god please lead me through
forgotten realms,
mysterious dreams.
In sunless rooms I'd sworn:
I'll finish what I started,
once I'll find my holy grail
in the holy land

Returning of the miracles
It's my own requiem
The jester's tears
They are inside me
Agony's the script for my requiem