Tales of magic and the quests that invariably accompany these always tug at my soul.
Born In the Dawn by Michael Doyle In the mists of time, there is a story Of the sword of power and it's full glory One day a woman would come to wield All of the mystery to be revealed Men fear a woman of such power Fearing her as a demon who might devour That was before Arthur became king With his courage and all that would bring Such lives begin with water and of fire Cursed as we were with earthly desire The cursed raven sits and sees it all It's murder swirls in flight before the wall There is magic in the near woods A thousand omens rest when understood Listening to all to be heard in nature's voice Heeding its guidance in making clear choice One voice stand out as if a long lost friend Whispering loudly that death is not the end Witching can bring curse or be its own boon Depending on the need and, of course, the moon To suffer fools or to learn to lead This is the choice required by force and deed An offering made of life in sacrifice And still the doubters wonder if it will suffice Born in the dawn to pass in the twilight Those hidden choose who they please to give sight The voices of discontent see as these might But regardless, the will of wisdom is the path of right (c) July 17, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
