The Tales Told
by Michael Doyle

The seventh son of the seventh son
Knows he has no choice but to be the one
Who in accord with ancient prophecy
Must rise above to embrace his legacy

The tales told are things quite legendary
Pressing him to greatness so extraordinary
Yet, all that he needs is deep inside
This the whisper offered as his believer confides

Urging him to be courageous and wise
As he feels the warmth of love in their eyes
Rowing to offshore, he begins his journey
Safety, alas, is not to be his destiny

Evil sees good as a dangerous thing
Hiding in shadows from the light and all it brings
Every good and holy knight knows his duty
To vanquish darkness despite its alluring beauty

Darkling ghosts hide within decrepit castle walls
Awaiting the summoner's beckon call
As the continuing journey finds its wretched start
The city itself fails mistaken in its heart

There is a certainty in fortunes well told
Of how and who will be met again down the road
That is the something of how the phrases are put
When and where there is wickedness afoot

The queen of darkness has quietly returned
This and other lessons will soon be learned
The blood moon will and must be fully phased
As darkness unleashed will leave the world dazed

(c) August 25, 2020  Michael Doyle
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