So many times,
I pause to write,
a note or two
about my plight.
Of deeds undone
Or memories won
Of simple things
that make me smile.
When quite is the solice
And waves do lap their tattoo.
When birds circle over head.
Or I marvel at the morning dew.
There in solitudes wide expanse
Do my dreams lead me a dance.
Merry as the autumns sky
Flighted in our cruel embrace
Do we travel o’er the newer sky
Or find the pleasures in Her grace.
Simple joy we do aspire,
Walking in the fields skyclad
Under the moon so fat and full
Where magic sparkles in the wind
Thus do I with armed mind
Fearless to the cruel outer world
Find a peace inside this chaos
And my bloody banner I unfurl
Sharpen this thy sword of truth,
Hone the axe and oil the mace
Find Her standing in the field
And know her name thrice thus say I
For if thou art as sweet as a flower
Or coloured with the goddesss’s power
Or pickle foe or diary flight
All those who gather by Her light
Would know the truth of ages past
And hold those close who sold so cheap
Their rites to safely go to sleep.
Defend the weak
Uphold the brave
Stand up for what is right
Even if it makes you blush
Retreat only to protect
And be of calm mind
And maybe just maybe we will see each other on the other side.