Poetic-Verses-Awakening Spirits and Memories
Avenged or Revenge?
There are no flies on him,
His game is not to win
His back is up against the wall
But watch you will not see him fall
For strong of faith he truly is
And nothing about him is amiss
Shining armour, polished to shine
Lance, shield and sword so fine
His horse a stallion of finest breed
Coming from the greatest seed
Both were sired from purest stock
This man and his horse you will not mock
They stride off to do battle
No fear they will ever show
So much so you would ever know
That once he was a boy who tended cattle
His secret was his own, never to be told
His courage and bravery, more than bold
He won his place as one of the knights of old
Just listen while his story unfolds
His mother, a slave girl
A beauty in the land
Was taken cruelly by The Llaird
Nine months later to die painfully in child-bed
His Lordship not wanting her death on his head
Sent the babe to his brother's homestead
He worked his way up through the ranks of man
Fought battles, from danger he never ran
Knight of the realm the king's best
He now has won his way to the top
But his heart is not at peace
He cannot rest
Avenging the death of his mother
Is his prime concern
He will not stop, until his father lies dead
Peace then can he begin to learn
July 15th 2004
His game is not to win
His back is up against the wall
But watch you will not see him fall
For strong of faith he truly is
And nothing about him is amiss
Shining armour, polished to shine
Lance, shield and sword so fine
His horse a stallion of finest breed
Coming from the greatest seed
Both were sired from purest stock
This man and his horse you will not mock
They stride off to do battle
No fear they will ever show
So much so you would ever know
That once he was a boy who tended cattle
His secret was his own, never to be told
His courage and bravery, more than bold
He won his place as one of the knights of old
Just listen while his story unfolds
His mother, a slave girl
A beauty in the land
Was taken cruelly by The Llaird
Nine months later to die painfully in child-bed
His Lordship not wanting her death on his head
Sent the babe to his brother's homestead
He worked his way up through the ranks of man
Fought battles, from danger he never ran
Knight of the realm the king's best
He now has won his way to the top
But his heart is not at peace
He cannot rest
Avenging the death of his mother
Is his prime concern
He will not stop, until his father lies dead
Peace then can he begin to learn
July 15th 2004
