The Druid The shifting sands, the flame, the breeze The frost and snow, and tow’ring trees; To see is one, to know; another, But further still, to call a Brother; To call from all, the dead woods’ fall, The Lycan’s might and spider’s crawl; Strength of bear and strength of stone, Energy in skin and bone; Where’er he goes, he makes his mark, A tale, heralded in voice of lark; Commands the heavens and the seas, The greatest lion and smallest flea; To him bow kings and mighty men, He stands alone with strength of ten; He stands among, yet stands apart, Glowing man with burning heart; To lead the wind and guide the stars He ventures forth from lands afar; He hoists his pack and dons his hood, Retrieves his gnarled staff of wood; Begins his quest with brazen will, And never lets his feet go still; But though a distance he did travel, He never let his strength unravel; And though it never crossed my mind, That with his tale, mine would entwine, We found ourselves like tangled vine, Along the same path, the same line; With utter silence did he preach, With naught but courage as his speech, He stands among, yet stands apart, Silent man with roaring heart. He taught me much and taught me well, Entrapped my mind with silent spell; We journeyed many months together, Through sunny days and cloudy weather; I saw the passion in his quest,I sensed the flame behind his chest; But as for his aim, I had no clue, Of what I now followed him to; Oh how time flies! Now past, a year, Though, seems to me, we’re nowhere near To reach his goal or find his treasure, Or gain new knowledge of any measure; I’ve watched the nameless man, enthralled, And slowly I’ve seen his hopes fall, He stands among, yet stands apart, Forlorn man with frantic heart. It was five years before we found, A small grey stone set in the ground; We would have passed if not for I, Who saw from the corner of my eye; I gave a pause, he followed suit, And saw the stone beside his boot; Within a moment of this sight, I watched his face turn ghostly white; Upon the stone I saw was written, A name, and, “who with love was smitten, She never forgot, but always forgave, The man who loved her to her grave”. And there he stood upon the grass, His heart was crushed like feeble glass, He stood among, yet stood apart, Broken man with shattered heart. And this was where we parted ways, I watched him till his end of days; Many times I brought him meat, But he never looked away to eat; I couldn’t count the days he sat and stared, At that small stone that rested there; I watched the man I’d idolized, Wither away until he died, One warm spring morning, I came to find This anguished husk who’d lost his mind. I buried him in that sorry place, The earth he swayed, now his last embrace. But though he’s gone the way of all, A tree now grows there, strong and tall, It stands among, yet stands apart, Wooden man with resting heart.
Posted on: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 04:02:43 +0000
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