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.