Coronation Poem
A vision grows in verdant souls,
Asunder rend the roles of old.
Honor Kenric, our agile King,
keen his wisdom. He brings to bear
the brightest hopes of tiger’s heart:
Behold the start of woven wyrd.
Entwining titans; the weft is laid --
lashing of blades - by Dragon liege,
leader and knight of mighty land.
By ladies’ hands these legends swear.
This solemn oath on heroes’ souls --
asunder rends the roles of old.
For all the geeky details, you can take a look at my very quiet, Irish poetry blog
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Asunder rend the roles of old.
Honor Kenric, our agile King,
keen his wisdom. He brings to bear
the brightest hopes of tiger’s heart:
Behold the start of woven wyrd.
Entwining titans; the weft is laid --
lashing of blades - by Dragon liege,
leader and knight of mighty land.
By ladies’ hands these legends swear.
This solemn oath on heroes’ souls --
asunder rends the roles of old.
For all the geeky details, you can take a look at my very quiet, Irish poetry blog
This entry was originally posted at http://dulcinbradbury.dreamwidth.org/1125816.html. Please comment there using OpenID.