There is a place where stories are told
Where men are brave, beautiful, bold
Taken daily are walks along streams
Oaths and lives to Kings, Queens
Home
Somewhere behind the horizon I see
An elf lurks calling out to me
The voice I hear
Rides the tide, like music, soft, clear
Home
Words are spoken, deeds done
Promises made, broken, not one
Wars are waged, castles fall
"All for one, one for all"
Home
Ladies fair, wenchs wild
Elders wise, innocent the child
Each they love, each they brawl
In this place we call
Home
Tisn't a place I've seen
Nor a place I've been
Tisn't a place I've touched
Tisn't a life I've clutched
But
I smell the scents that lead me
I taste the bread, the meat, the mead
I see Her Majesty, His Royal Self
All through the eyes of this elf....
Home
A long walk ahead
Behind nothing but dread
In my sight is joy, laughter, places to roam
For I have found my way ....
Home
Absolutely breath taking poem Dracconia...
Great minds think alike as they say ;)
Dracconia, this is so heart warming and beautiful. Thank you. You and Clereon are very talented. ;)
Yet again another poem to daydream about in class. you are very talented. Thank you Thank you Thank you.
Makes the looong wait for Faire stretch so much farther into the future... LOL
Thanks for the read!