Feels almost like a story, in front of the fireplace, and a small tambourine in the far end, and man singing a tune of stories old and deeds so bold.
With snow so cold,
A boy shows his might
And a sacrefice of old.
These times of darkness,
And days of sorrow,
A female enchantress,
Deciding the fate of tomorrow.
And with this young boy,
comes deeds of great,
When he goes forth with pride and joy,
To save our fate.
A journey of valiance,
And battles with epic deeds,
When he sets us apart,
From those whom did not heed.
This young boys last farewells,
When he charged in to battle,
And when his mother yells,
For him to hear, of the love that we had
that forgiveness is near.
And his days as a boy are over,
So honor his sacrefice of old,
And sitt around the fire
Sing with us of his deeds so bold.
So that the young ones will have him to admire
Poetry by Christoffer Waye
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Written on 2006-05-28 at 01:59
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A sacrifice of old
During a winter night,With snow so cold,
A boy shows his might
And a sacrefice of old.
These times of darkness,
And days of sorrow,
A female enchantress,
Deciding the fate of tomorrow.
And with this young boy,
comes deeds of great,
When he goes forth with pride and joy,
To save our fate.
A journey of valiance,
And battles with epic deeds,
When he sets us apart,
From those whom did not heed.
This young boys last farewells,
When he charged in to battle,
And when his mother yells,
For him to hear, of the love that we had
that forgiveness is near.
And his days as a boy are over,
So honor his sacrefice of old,
And sitt around the fire
Sing with us of his deeds so bold.
So that the young ones will have him to admire
Poetry by Christoffer Waye
Read 1392 times
Written on 2006-05-28 at 01:59
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