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Offline theMerlin

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The Last Stand
« on: May 02, 2008, 11:08 PM »
Where is my squire Allen?
Where is he now?
I look, but do not see.
Mine armour rusts.
Yet he come not.
Wilt lance fall from my hand?
Or sword shatter on cold stone?
Ere I see the lad.
He, who so oft dressed my wounds.
He, who kept mine weaponry ashine.
I look, and listen, fully expecting him.
Yet, he does not come.
Eyes fail, as night sets in.
The rust sings me to sleep.
Ghosts rise up to caress me.
To embrace my cold flesh.
And yet, he does not come.
No failing of his, I am the loner.
The single mote in a starless sky.
I weep for all the fallen before me.
Weep, and feel my metal carcass.
Feel it as the crimson banner enclose it.
Knowing by morn I shall not rise again.
But sleep.
Sleep at last.
A sweet, lonely sleep.
One of peace, I hope.
One, of finality.
To have worn this armour so long.
And lived.
A warrior, strong.
A man, no less, of undying temperament.
My squire, once more, would I see.
His hand upon my sword hilt.
Once more, ere this sleep take me.

~Ceann~














Chomh sean leis an cheo agus níos sine faoi dhó.

Offline Allen

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Re: The Last Stand
« Reply #1 on: May 03, 2008, 12:53 AM »
Forgive, my Lord,
your foolish servant,
overlong where the mead flows
and the maids are comely.

I am here
to scour away that
which has befallen,
my heart is sore from
the song being sung.

Give thy heavy burden awhile
amends to make I shall.
Walk not alone
on the road toward the light.

Allen

An action promulgated out of desperation will inevitably end in tragedy; for as its anagram so aptly foretells:  A rope ends it. �

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Re: The Last Stand
« Reply #2 on: May 05, 2008, 01:02 AM »
For the squire and his warrior, from a grassflower

A warrior and his squire speak;
behold, their silences grow.
Will they hear a one so meek,
one that they have never known?

The squire, he yearns to his warrior's side,
an iambic tale of friendship old,
eyes a-dimming, falling on the leathern hide
of the idle sheath gleaming gold.

I watch in the sunset, a warrior pass,
I watch in the gloom, a squire mourn.
And I, a flower sprung from the grass,
dare to approach at this moment forlorn.

To lend a shoulder, to kiss a cheek,
to draw down the blinds upon the eyes,
of the warrior that shall no more speak,
and the squire who knows his friend will die.

Life isn't about waiting for the storms to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain.

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Re: The Last Stand
« Reply #3 on: June 01, 2008, 09:49 PM »
I will wait at the fork
after the ford
with carrots for the horses,
honey wine and journey cakes
and a blanket spread between
the alder and the ash.

"Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame."      W.B. Yeats



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Re: The Last Stand
« Reply #4 on: June 02, 2008, 05:41 AM »
Rally, I say, rally!

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Re: The Last Stand
« Reply #5 on: July 28, 2008, 10:12 PM »
Waiting
no standard sighted on the field

waiting
but minstrels tell old tales

waiting
with each sun rise

waiting--
at the fork
after the ford.
"Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame."      W.B. Yeats



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Offline GaerLlwyd

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Re: The Last Stand
« Reply #6 on: August 21, 2008, 11:02 AM »
Merlin:

You've taken a page from Samuel Beckett . . . this is so much another Endgame.  The sense of aloneness of the species is palpable in your work, here.  Unlike Clov, your knight cannot move about;  he is more like Hamm.  And in his enclosure in the armor he is like Nagg and Nell in their trash cans.

Is this how it plays out?  So much like the end of Arthur?

Good questions which you prompt us to ask ourselves.

Gaer

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Re: The Last Stand
« Reply #7 on: September 22, 2008, 05:42 PM »
*bump*
"Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame."      W.B. Yeats



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Re: The Last Stand
« Reply #8 on: September 22, 2008, 06:09 PM »
wow you guys this thread you guys have  spin is so tightly woven
beautiful
I love it
Never Let Yesterday's Pain
Ruin Tomorrow's Dreams

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Re: The Last Stand
« Reply #9 on: February 14, 2009, 10:04 PM »
The horse returns alone
to muffled drums
and mournful minstrels
play a dirge.

Weeping,
there will be no wine
nor honeycake
beneath the alder and the ash

there is no more waiting
for he has gone to Avalon at last.


 :rose
Rest now, old friend.


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"Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame."      W.B. Yeats



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Re: The Last Stand
« Reply #10 on: February 15, 2009, 02:03 AM »
This is one poem i have been dreading...even though it is lovely.  A fitting tribute to such a great guy. 
Well done WF.   :rose
I felt it shelter to speak to you  ~Emily Dickinson

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Re: The Last Stand
« Reply #11 on: March 11, 2009, 08:29 PM »
WF very touching
your words do
The Wise One
Justice
Never Let Yesterday's Pain
Ruin Tomorrow's Dreams

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Re: The Last Stand
« Reply #12 on: April 16, 2009, 11:18 PM »
Merlin,

I have never been so profoundly moved by a poem in my entire life and
I hardly even knew you. Wherever you might be, you are in my thoughts.

7



Excellent tribute guys, a real class act. I applaud the bump of this poem.


Offline Kay

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Re: The Last Stand
« Reply #13 on: May 05, 2009, 01:13 PM »
What a great thread!  :dblu