A Spirit Wakes

[Luciloo 2653]

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Spooky Lake, by abigbat

 

 

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Within the woods, there grim and dreary,

Slumbers he, yet is so weary.

For long has laid his noble head,

Deep within the river's bed.

 

 

Approacheth now the woes of war,

Famine, death, disease and more.

Soldiers slaughter farming folk

And brigands circle 'pon the yoke.

 

 

Left to rust, his armour rent,
But knightly virtue yet unbent.

His sacred vow is long forgotten,

Chivalry bereft and turn'd rotten.

 

 

Yet still he hears the meek and mild,
Their cries of crimes left unreconciled.

Still unrested he wake'th now,
For he remembers his knightly vow.

 

 

Before the realm do'th bathe in blood,
May he wrench himself from river mud.

Climb its banks to rise and stand,
There let him find his strength of hand.

 

 

A silver warrior of noble past,

Of great valour and heart steadfast.

Restore thy honour, for goodness fight,
Don thy mantle o' Grey Knight.

 

 

[Valannor 6345]

Cradled dear by crypts forlorn,

 

Of mortal guises and vanity shorn. 

 

Sunless skies embolden the frail,

 

An ode to a ghost - oh so pale. 

 

 

 

Of some errant proclamation, 

 

A peculiar mutt found new fixation. 

 

As in life, empty of breath;

 

"Forsooth, we slip the surly jaws of death..."

[DahStalker 2858]

(super cool post!)