Rathflaed DuNoir: Poetry
ON THE FIELD
Rathflaed DuNoir
The Black Bard of Meridies
mka: Stephen R. Melvin
A hundred times I've seen the field,
And fought from morn 'til eve.
I've seen them fall like blades of grass,
I've rarely seen them leave.
And you might ask,(And ask you will)
How is it you're alive?
Well my friends, I've something within,
Upon which my soul thrives.
My sights are set, I've got a goal,
Which brings me through the storm.
When on the field, naked blade to blade,
Her smile keeps me from harm.
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THE GOD
Rathflaed DuNoir
The Black Bard of Meridies
mka: Stephen R. Melvin
I walked along in a meadow fair,
I saw a person weeping there.
I asked him whence his tears came from,
And saw him think and start to hum.
He thought and thought and said to me,
"Mortal sit down right here on my knee."
'Twas then that I noticed his grandiose size
I Knew this was one who would tell no lies.
He spake to me then of his troubles and toils
From worlds and countries to scratches and boils.
But he ended his story with these few lines
If you read them they might make you think sometime:
I am a goblet whose capacity has no end
I am a singer who lauds the dove
I am a human whose greatest need is a friend
I am a person whose greatest need is love.
I thought and I thought and I said to this man,
"I'll be your friend, I'll give you my hand."
And d'you know, his size and his majesty grew.
He was my friend, This god I once knew.
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