The Poet
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From Bloody Ashes
Marsh Song
In a moor unknown to misery and suffering,
her children sleep out of Winter's reach,
'Til upon the wings of age there comes eternal spring
to fill our hearts and renew our speech.
We wake amongst the anemone and violet
by crickets low whom recite her prose.
The winging crane descends to cast a silhouette,
Interlaced with our running shadows.
Breaking from the darkness of the canopy,
Idly wasting in empty spaces,
Delighting as the marshland wavers dreamily,
Forever lost in the Mother's graces.
The womb of our foals, the land where we roam -
A tomb for our elders, forever our home.
Mother
Should this gentle heart grow tired from beating,
this body be led to eternal rest,
I shall rejoice, for all life is fleeting,
And I shall return to your mired breast.
T'was you in my memory when I awoke,
What dreams you constructed, oh how life is fated.
I echoed your song the first sound that I spoke.
Laud my return, for how long have I waited?
O, joy that rings in the cicadas' call!
O, wind that gusts for your clever disguise!
O, beauty you shine, of this never I'd pall!
O, firefly, winging the light of your eyes!
Should Death be of mercy and renew my soul,
I'd long to return to you, once again foal.
In a moor unknown to misery and suffering,
her children sleep out of Winter's reach,
'Til upon the wings of age there comes eternal spring
to fill our hearts and renew our speech.
We wake amongst the anemone and violet
by crickets low whom recite her prose.
The winging crane descends to cast a silhouette,
Interlaced with our running shadows.
Breaking from the darkness of the canopy,
Idly wasting in empty spaces,
Delighting as the marshland wavers dreamily,
Forever lost in the Mother's graces.
The womb of our foals, the land where we roam -
A tomb for our elders, forever our home.
Mother
Should this gentle heart grow tired from beating,
this body be led to eternal rest,
I shall rejoice, for all life is fleeting,
And I shall return to your mired breast.
T'was you in my memory when I awoke,
What dreams you constructed, oh how life is fated.
I echoed your song the first sound that I spoke.
Laud my return, for how long have I waited?
O, joy that rings in the cicadas' call!
O, wind that gusts for your clever disguise!
O, beauty you shine, of this never I'd pall!
O, firefly, winging the light of your eyes!
Should Death be of mercy and renew my soul,
I'd long to return to you, once again foal.
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