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Permalink Reply by 0na9gcdu4k2xn on March 13, 2011 at 12:38am

 

Home again

 

I yearn for the land of the silver sea,
and the home walls of the castle keep.

Where gentle knights with honor hold,
to codes that protect both young and old.

The great king ruled with wisdom and grace,
and his redhaired Queen was fair of face.

Oh can you see them in the large great hall,
where fancy tapestries hung on the walls.

And the ladies blushed behind their fans,
as the bravest knight asked one to dance.

It was a merry time for all that were there,

and even the poorest were given a chair.

And the king then stood and made a vow,
to protect each and everyone there.

And the knights all gave a rousing cheer
while the young queen shed a few tears.

Yes thats the land I know as home,
a place with in my heart and soul.

Someday I shall go back there again,
to a gentle, healing, mystic land.

by Lady FernLily 3-12-11

Permalink Reply by Moonheart13 on March 13, 2011 at 10:03am

What a lovely idea, M' Lady.  We do have many talented Knights and Ladies herein, so this is a lovely addition to our group.  I ask that those wishing to share here please keep to the topic of Knights and Ladies, or Medieval Times.  Otherwise, let the muse inspire thee to create.

Permalink Reply by Durk Simmons on March 13, 2011 at 11:56pm

nice imagery, thanks!

Permalink Reply by InTheAftermath on March 26, 2011 at 8:27pm

Beautiful - Beautiful - N Did I Mention Beautiful  !!

Permalink Reply by Peter McDowell on March 13, 2011 at 1:40pm

My Lady FernLilly; This is a wonderful idea. I do write a wee bit of poetry but have written nothing that fits the topic of this group. Methinks I will need to see if I can create something apporpriate.

I am at your service.

Sir Peter

Permalink Reply by Greenwood the Bard on March 13, 2011 at 7:21pm

If ever I may, then ever I will!

 

MORDRED REPENTANT:

 

I rode out for vengeance, but Arthur my father

Sought peace in the name of his holy Creator

They sing songs of him as the soldier of God

My name will mean nothing but serpent and traitor

 

Far in the distance, the sound of my battle

Dark ravens wheel in the clouds high above me

As I lay down alone to sleep my last slumber

I dream of my father and wish that he'd loved me

 

The great light of Arthur shone like the Sun

Even as he lay mortally wounded

As moonlight is nothing but pale reflection

Such was the glory of Mordred

 

The gleam of their armour, like Midsummer Sunlight

Their great cries of battle like thundering skies

The heat of the fire that burned in their hearts

Will haunt my last dream as I lay down to die

 

The great light of Arthur shone like the Sun

Even as he lay mortally wounded

As moonlight is nothing but pale reflection

Such was the glory of Mordred

Permalink Reply by InTheAftermath on March 26, 2011 at 8:29pm

Awwww - You gave me such a warm feeling

Thanks !!

Permalink Reply by Rebel The Dark Poet on March 13, 2011 at 11:39pm

My Lady FernLilly I do write bit of poetry But I think a lot of my poems are  to Dark for here

Permalink Reply by Starguy on March 14, 2011 at 3:09am

Permalink Reply by InTheAftermath on March 26, 2011 at 8:30pm

WOW This is deep, and so good!!

Permalink Reply by Rayven on March 29, 2011 at 1:16am

Again thank you for sharing this...Truly Beautiful!!   I do hope you share more of your writings with us Sir Blackwolf.

 

Blessings,

Rayven

Permalink Reply by Starguy on March 26, 2011 at 12:10am

 

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