Post by Bear the Mystic (and cuddly) on Sept 7, 2005 9:40:38 GMT -5
I hope you don't mind a newbie joining in. This was inspired by the graphic.
If the above fails to appear, you can find the graphic at
www.geocities.com/bearsilvermoon/image25.jpg
Lament in the Mists
Bear Silvermoon, 2003
In swirling mists of Avalon
ancient Druid magick dwells
power of earth, of sea and sky
within her bossom swells
Her face of alabaster white
her hair with sacred fire glows
emerald eyes to pierce the veil
between those here and departed souls
This Celtic princess sends the call
to all who dwell on land and air
send forth to me your leaders now
with speed and utmost care
From air is sent the king of fowl
the one whose cry doth pierce the skies
whose beak and talon weild unyielding strength
who sees with wisdom-laden eyes
The holder of knowledge, he quickly comes
to answer to his mistress' call
to share the wisdom of ages hence
and knowledge great of one and all
And with the cracking of the branch
upon the wintered forest floor
the forest's master now appears
stepping now into the fore
His mistress smiles to see his form
large, majestic, strong and wise
emerging from within the trees
silouhette against the steely skies
Antlers high and eyes alert
the hart now listens to her words
as does the hawk upon her arm
this most regal of the birds
The ancient guardians 'round them now
their up-stretched limbs creak and sway
and through their silent voices to her speak
of words of wisdom she must say
To her charges she relates
of bygone times by men now lost
of wars and madness against the land
in times of dark and endless frost
How man had fought against their kind
in hopes magick, to destroy
to rid the earth of different views
and restore "logic" was their ploy
The blood that spilled by sword or knife
covered ever hill and vale
of this sacred, pow'r-filled land
and mundane armies did prevail
A tear flowed from her emerald eye
as the story was told with broken heart
of the demise of all her kin
and the rending of the land apart
The hawk let forth a harried cry
and snort in anger did the hart
for their mistress' sadness was their own
felt so deeply in their hearts
"Now, my children," she implored
"Forget not history of us when
I, the last, am from here gone
my spirit carried on the wind"
In sadness now, they hung their heads
for the weight of all was now full known
that the beasts and birds would only know
the story of her with ivy crown
The trees did creak and greatly groan
feeling now the time draw nigh
when the last of guardians, their Druid Queen
in swirling mists would bid goodbye.
If the above fails to appear, you can find the graphic at
www.geocities.com/bearsilvermoon/image25.jpg
Lament in the Mists
Bear Silvermoon, 2003
In swirling mists of Avalon
ancient Druid magick dwells
power of earth, of sea and sky
within her bossom swells
Her face of alabaster white
her hair with sacred fire glows
emerald eyes to pierce the veil
between those here and departed souls
This Celtic princess sends the call
to all who dwell on land and air
send forth to me your leaders now
with speed and utmost care
From air is sent the king of fowl
the one whose cry doth pierce the skies
whose beak and talon weild unyielding strength
who sees with wisdom-laden eyes
The holder of knowledge, he quickly comes
to answer to his mistress' call
to share the wisdom of ages hence
and knowledge great of one and all
And with the cracking of the branch
upon the wintered forest floor
the forest's master now appears
stepping now into the fore
His mistress smiles to see his form
large, majestic, strong and wise
emerging from within the trees
silouhette against the steely skies
Antlers high and eyes alert
the hart now listens to her words
as does the hawk upon her arm
this most regal of the birds
The ancient guardians 'round them now
their up-stretched limbs creak and sway
and through their silent voices to her speak
of words of wisdom she must say
To her charges she relates
of bygone times by men now lost
of wars and madness against the land
in times of dark and endless frost
How man had fought against their kind
in hopes magick, to destroy
to rid the earth of different views
and restore "logic" was their ploy
The blood that spilled by sword or knife
covered ever hill and vale
of this sacred, pow'r-filled land
and mundane armies did prevail
A tear flowed from her emerald eye
as the story was told with broken heart
of the demise of all her kin
and the rending of the land apart
The hawk let forth a harried cry
and snort in anger did the hart
for their mistress' sadness was their own
felt so deeply in their hearts
"Now, my children," she implored
"Forget not history of us when
I, the last, am from here gone
my spirit carried on the wind"
In sadness now, they hung their heads
for the weight of all was now full known
that the beasts and birds would only know
the story of her with ivy crown
The trees did creak and greatly groan
feeling now the time draw nigh
when the last of guardians, their Druid Queen
in swirling mists would bid goodbye.
Now wait a minute, AG...I should be taking lessons from *you*!