In crimson robe did he sit
Awkward did the garment fit
Waiting to bestow title and rank
Upon the best in class and thank

She stood late in line to tell
Young lady knight Martel
Blonde hair short like stature
Fierce eagle upon her banner
Grey eyes gazed out bright
Others mistook with a bit of fright

Robed elder looked in her in the eye
Greatness in her future spy
Small command was she given
A quintet of green with potential hidden
To guard the marches and wild
From whence the family came this child

She swore to protect home and Lord
With her body and her sword
Not knowing that it was this night
Goblins would fall in with delight
Destroying farm and forest
Causing her protectorate unrest

It was here Martel would test
And not falter with the best
They eager to her prove
At her command they move
Martel young and brave
Guarded others from early grave

Lady of the land rewarded
Goblin problem now all sorted
Hers was not the glory had
For she dealt it to five lad
Hungry for guide and purpose
To the weak now she in service

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Sunrise

Purple sky shredded with pink cloud
Mockingbird sings varied songs loud
Lost now and then in gentle winds
Spinning spider from eave descends
The quiets of a new days birth
Seeping into my end of the earth
Careless in this dim young moment
Worries and hopes away are sent

Inspiration

Open bright and wide
I see the shock of things to come
Hesitant on the change inside
Where do these new thoughts flow from
Yet excitement seizes control
Trying to tread where life now leads
And I stumble like a foal
I ignore the scrapes that bleed
What is this new sensation
Driving me on when I want to sit
I look out on endless creation
Exploration of it to not quit

Action

We set off each day to make our mark
Unaware all the while that which we spark
A waived fist can rile up a mess
A passing smile to a counter stress
Neither noticed in our passing moment
Hours for others something simple is potent
Things done expecting grand result
Never seeing chance missed and fault
It is not the instance failed to see
Nor in a moment failed to be
Looking through webs of action
Analysis gives no credit to faction
So a day starts fresh again
Giving no thought to what has been

Good Morning

I see you in faint morning light
Shadows heavy, cross in daily fight
Yet you shine right on through
Sleeping, drunk on Morpheus brew
I wonder if it is you I should wake
For morning repast’s sake
Still I roll in cottons embrace
Sneaking glimpses of moonlight’s trace
I think if it right to make noise
And bring up other ploys
For it then their fault be
Your eyes crack and me you see
Then I roll back again in silence
Looking at darkness in defiance
Light is my ally in this battle
And in time, wake you that’ll
So I yawn in patient wait
For Sol to break shut eye gate

Tell me a story

Tell me a story, where the hero is nothing more than normal. The villains are only a point of view. A story at which I laugh and cry, A story that shows a plight and gives hope but not necessarily in that order. Tell me a story which I have heard, but will never know the ending. A story, yes a story, the likes of which cannot be written, nor spoken nor watched but excites all the senses. Allow the complexity to overwhelm the senses and its absence feel like famine. Tell a story in which I am lost but know the way. Can you tell such a tale? Or will it be like the rest and allow me to relive memories at best?

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It is not the now to fear
Whispers of future you can hear
Like times from before
There are things I do ignore
Blissful hope in future returns
Accepting what at present burns
With doubts in minds corners
Harbingers of future mourners
My hope is still lost in song
I follow mindlessly along
Will I steer from future’s plight
Or succumb to lazy might

The Dog Court

They bark in orders
At people dragged in by porters
Each one in shackles bound
Their dignity thrown to the ground
Each plea before the howling judge
Hoping they not garner grudge
A spectacle watchers get
When the next to speak is met
Yet when a case is made
They aren’t the sounds that fade
Beware the dog court’s discord
They are just acting for reward.

Balthazar

There sat Balthazar the brave
Looked out from humble cave
Brave and bold he pondered
If dragon lord was in or wandered
Deep inside treasure did reside
Over which Scythe the Blue did abide
Balthazar was at the ready
He wished Tavish was so steady
Sword and shield he headed in
Tavish followed with less a din
Spear and torch to light the way
From Balthazar he wouldn’t stray

Tunnel’s labyrinth did delay
Their progress to dragon’s slay
When light did quake and quiver
Both brave and not did give shiver
Was dragon snort that gave a start
And then did race the heart

In flash of light that followed
Scythe fought brown dragon in the hollow
With ancient sword in wield
Balthazar let pain upyield
Brown dragon screeched in surprise
Moments before his demise

It was now Scythe and knight
Over the spoils to now fight
Scythe lowered head in truce
No need the other to reduce
The brave took a small chest
Then Tavish and he left the nest

Shadows of the Heart

Shadows of the heart
They lurk to where it start
Tasting the envy of shore
They split and grow to more
Charged to do desires
Out they flow in spires
Looking to help and defend
Darkness looking to upend
Yet golden and silver they glow
Lighting against the night flow
Hope is their kindling
Kindness their sibling
Tall at the edge of night
To take on darkness in fight
Shadows of things to come
Tamed by where they’re from