Solen

Deep in the dreaming Dyrwood Amidst the wind stirred leaves There came upon my wandering Chuckling promises of ease So towards yon boisterous song I turned my weary feet And by and by beneath crossed boughs I did the songster meet Yet when cupped hands to mouth I brought my brow did crease in pain For with the welcome cool came hints I'd hoped ne'er to taste again It seemed sure then I'd not outrun The breath and fields war As even though this sky clear stream Their foetid flavours pour Knee bent by brook, at bay at last, I could no longer flee So on upstream with girded heart A purpose set me free A night and day spent tracing brook Passing twixt strand and leaf While the thunderous call of falls ahead Did buoy my thoughts from grief And then a hint through boughs and mist A form in marble fair! A flowing gown and for her crown Naught but her sculpted hair A loving hand laid cross her womb? Obstructed view did chafe! Beneath her gaze I'd have fought for days To keep her children safe! But oh, as I drew close I saw Such thoughts had come too late Some filth had with their grubby claws Defiled her form in hate! Her gown was torn, her flesh peeled back Her face half flayed in spite! My teeth did grind and fingers twitch I longed to make this right! I think it then, hidden by trees, Before her martyred form I felt within the final snap Of a mind long since war-torn All comrades passed, I go alone Into this last good fray Together had we happened by We'd ne'er have turned away Whoever cut her once smooth face While I yet breath shall pay And if they stole her childrens' lives Then none shall walk away! But softly now, this life 's a coin Which I may spend but once Done right I could crowd hells tonight With desecrating *****! A fire at last to draw what eyes May lurk down yonder pass Then loose yon boat and to the woods Back slow and low through grass And softly spider under the bridge Beneath her wounded eyes To swarm up fast and in at last To see who lives and dies! - Solen, Chanter of the Obsidian Order

Deep in the dreaming Dyrwood Amidst the wind stirred leaves There came upon my wandering Chuckling promises of ease So towards yon boisterous song I turned my weary feet And by and by beneath crossed boughs I did the songster meet Yet when cupped hands to mouth I brought my brow did crease in pain For with the welcome cool came hints I'd hoped ne'er to taste again It seemed sure then I'd not outrun The breath and fields war As even though this sky clear stream Their foetid flavours pour Knee bent by brook, at bay at last, I could no longer flee So on upstream with girded heart A purpose set me free A night and day spent tracing brook Passing 'twixt strand and leaf While the thunderous call of falls ahead Did buoy my thoughts from grief And then a hint through boughs and mist A form in marble fair! A flowing gown and for her crown Naught but her sculpted hair Her loving hand laid cross her womb To keep her unborn safe? Beneath her gaze I'd have fought for days To keep her children safe! But oh, as I drew close I saw Such thoughts had come too late Some filth had with their grubby claws Defiled her form in hate! Her gown was torn, her flesh peeled back Her face half flayed in spite! My teeth did grind and fingers twitch I longed to make this right! I think it then, hidden by trees, Before her martyred form I felt within the final snap Of a mind long since war-torn All comrades passed, I go alone Into this last good fray Together had we happened by We'd ne'er have turned away Whoever cut her once smooth face While I yet breath shall pay And if they stole her childrens' lives Then none shall walk away! But softly now, this life 's a coin Which I may spend but once Done right I could crowd hells tonight With desecrating *****! A fire at last to draw what eyes May lurk down yonder pass Then loose yon boat and to the woods Back slow and low through grass And softly spider under the bridge Beneath her wounded eyes To swarm up fast and in at last To see who lives and dies!