A reblog!  This is a bit of fun, really, and a quick experiment with a strange new medium for me. Those darned statistics show my kind followers keep returning to this poem, so I thought I’d try giving it a voice (my voice, and you’ll probably have to turn the volume up – sorry!)

 

The sky this morn is black with crows,

The rising sun an angry rose

Casts blood in petals on the land.

And I sing, to remember all I was

In another age, in another time,

Beneath a sweeter, brighter sky

When all the world was you and I.

White horses walked in sylvan glades

In days when Knights could honour maids

And seek their favours in return.

And nought I sought in recompense

But ever fought in your defence

Long after honour was all gone

And long before I lost the dawn.

The twilight now, in softened hue

Fades all my memories of you.

Evening mist now veils your face

Treasured thoughts of so long ago

Will soon lie cold beneath the snow

 In shelter from the wind’s embrace

To be awakened never more.

Night clouds gather, my day is past

I will take you to my bed at last

That part of you forever young

Though undefined within my heart

Shall be the verse of my last song.

And when I lose my final fight

Your wraith will guide me into night.

 

 

 

 

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