Pithy the fair fool who sits blindly,
Uncared as to his fealty given,
Those who sit upon their high dais,
Inside oaken halls basked in red flame,
Ever and a day shall pass,
Before great deeds be done again,
The nobility of old not whispered,
But called forth upon the morning breeze,
Listen to the wind,
It calls your name,
Fair heed to mountains white pay,
For they speak truth to those who care,
Black is the night and death upon the dawn,
Swear allegiance to the righteous,
Great kings and winged lords,
Those who carry the banner,
For the gods and green pastures,
The beat of the drum is upon us.
The below is refusing to post in a seperate post, so please bear with whilst i beat it into working...
This particular poem is inspired by Shesus' amazing pictures in this thread in tilted exhibition
http://www.tfproject.org/tfp/showthread.php?t=107259 (nsfw), especially the first one. A muse if ever one be.
Ever may the chorus call,
Sweet music upon a soft breeze,
A warm sun over high hills,
Clouds of white and blue,
Great lakes set amongst chestnut orchids,
Valleys of rainbow rock sunk into the mind,
Ten great angels perched,
Harps strung for silver notes,
Radiance and beauty fair set,
Lost amongst thoughts the wise sit,
Minds astray with a heavenly Venus,
Life does while away,
In a silent moment and creeping smile.