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A poem about a bard


Submitted:Oct 29, 2009    Reads: 109    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   



The Bard
Twas on the high hill looking west
The winds did burl and screech
The sea it roared and crashed below
The gulls they dived then rose
The bard stood there his face aglow
His spirit somewhere else
It traveled now the Otherworld
His spirit reaching out
The people watched - their eyes alight
They knew the gods would speak
His hands they held his golden harp
His hair blew like a cloak
And then it was his voice did sing
As golden as the lark
His fingers plucked the notes did fly
Transporting one and all
A time to come yet far away
Where towers reach the sky
Iron birds do clash and vie
And bards no longer tread
Hordes do come as death they bring
The world alight it seems
Volcanoes burst and earthquakes shake
And famine everywhere
The air it talks and people hear
In glass the world is seen
Communication instantly
Pictures, sounds as well
No peace he sees just hate and death
As wars engulf each land
A ruler strong - a man of blood
Who seeks to rule the world
The doors between dimensions see
Now open one and all
I see the dark gods striding through
Their evil hordes also
Apotheon doth laugh with glee
As Pan his pipes doth play
Bacchus downs another cup
While snatching one more soul
Spirits vile do interact
They enter flesh and bone
Taking what is freely given
Horrors perpetrate
The music plays - as oft it will
Its instruments - traps and snares
Lucifer, his music plays
Ensnaring all who hear
The fiddler weaves his magic spell
The ravens feast once more
The bats fly round in clouds so black
The wolf howls to the moon
The dance has now begun to flow
Death and Hell keep time
Leviathan doth roar in glee
The dragons soar on high
The world at last is now their home
Man's rule has come to end
The demons and the gods rejoice
For war and death are here
The dawning of the New Order
The old has passed away
As worlds collide like cosmic waves
The banshee wails and screams
The ghouls and witches counsel now
The warlocks weave their spells
Everywhere the stench of death
The rivers crimson run
Hell hath made its abode here
Despair the daily fare
And yet as ever hope remains
Though hidden in the dark
A simple ray of light and love
Yet growing all the time
Were evil lives then so doth good
Where hate abides doth love
Where darkness covers all around
The light dispels it all
The dragon screams its hate abroad
The unicorn its love
The demons kill they rip and slay
The angels, life doth bring
For hope - the seed where faith doth spring
As courage doth inspire
The bard he sang, the people sat
He moved their very soul
Twas not the stories they did know
Twas future things unveiled
And then the silence still, did fall
No whisper could be heard
The bard returned, the veil was closed
The Otherworld now shut
He smiled and packed his harp away
Some coins he did collect
A meal to eat, a place to sleep
Then journey on his way
Another place, another time
Another vision sees
The bard did travel many lands
And many things did see
But who remembers what he sang
Who his tales do speak
Distorted by the passing time
Lost in pages past
Some walking in the misty lands
Do stumble on his prose
Empty words or future truths
A question you must ask
The day of bard is now long past
Their words yet still remain





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