Death of a Poet

Post date: Mar 28, 2013 7:17:03 PM

Poet laureate 11/12/2009

Title: Death of a Poet

Author: Aedán O'Diomasaigh

Dedication: written for and dedicated to all the brave women i have had the honor to fight with and against on the field.

As a poet for deeds i travel far

upon tales of a squire bold

I traveled night and day by sun and star

for something bid my this tale be told

as luck would have it when i arrived

inspiration fought high on a hill of green

the victor the victor the one still alive

the beginning of a song i did glean

My moment shattered by sight next seen

tired helmet fell to a field of grass

i stood entrapped by the scene

for the squire so bold was a beautiful lass

a new song did well within my heart

and the words as if by muse herself came forth

begging from her let me never be apart

moved by song she felt my worth

for months i lounged in her strong hands

tracing scars that graced her fair skin

content next to a muse i laid my plans

that would make hearts sing from deep within

but war tore apart my moment of peace

knights and lords did give commands

and on the march did our dalliance cease

but i served as well with lute in hand

as a poet i watch the deeds from afar

but only one would catch mine eye

death, grace, beauty is what you are

then for the worse the battle went awry

tired helmet crashed to a field of grass

I stood entrapped by the scene

some hellish knight laid low my angel lass

my heart shattered by sight last seen

no new songs can come from this broken heart

my angel lass laid low by others plans

I walk as the dead a man with no heart

for my soul lounges in her strong hands