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
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