Nine Dragons Poet Lyric

My Faerie Queen, Pt1

She is mine own lost faerie queen
And I servile am her truest knight
She is to the prairie as verdant and green
She is as the stars are held dear in night

By her eyes, my great deeds fall in wake
By her sigh, all the world awakens soft
She is the sun; soul of the rippling lake
The clouds that clothe mount and croft

How art thou come to be lost
And with thee, the world fallen farther by
I will find thee at any cost
E’en if in the end I must yield my life
Lay me down and die

For what is life bereft of reason to love
What is life without thy deepest eyes
Or heart that beats like a sun above
Without, the world darkens and heaven cries

She is my Faerie Queen
And I, her loyal scribe. Her hand at work
Her will and mirth unseen
The path redeeming through both
Mud and murk
I hath followed afar and wheresoever she hath been

Oh, trembling stars, I beg ye reveal her to me
I hear the winds whisper her name, seeking
Oh humbled valley that loves her madly
Thy blossoms unfold, bespeaking
Dewy tears

I would lend my hand and heart to thee
My shield, My Brand's cleaving steel
If thou wouldst but impart unto me
What knowest thou, upon my word and kneel

Thy stems droop. Thy petals weep
The dew, I knowest art thy tears
What secrets ripen in shadow fit to reap
Help me, but allay our fears

And on the sudden fell a leaf upon my bended knee
Blown from boughs, none more sacred than these
Looking down upon, I close my eyes to better see
The clue brought me by the swirling breeze

A gust of pure white doth dissolve my woe
And all around did prick the sounds of the meadow
A silhouette of white on white surely not my foe
Did descend upon my mind in gleams of brightest glow

Behold Knight, and stand before me
Midst the honor carved pillars of thy mind,
And before her alter, I would guide thee
For thou art, the chiseled stone of her work-
	And art honor bound, sooth, and kind

She goeth on to cleave the darkness alone
As she is to thee, so art thou her all
She preparest to smite the drag’ of ash and bone
She would fell the dread thrall-
	For ere the world shouldst fall

Knowest the world shall remain her jewel illume
Too, her grace and glory, as I smite this foe down
For should not such evil perish in its own gloom
My queen shall remain; the world yet adorn her crown

His stern looked seemed to please the brittle leaf
So transformed in his eyes; an oaken man
Tall, majestic; gleam of nature and belief
In all things that before man on this sacred
World ran

If but my heart could bare such a gleam
As to alight a dark that would banish night
But dare I not wish It, for ere what seem
Dreams are like curling wisps to me
And My Queen, my eternal light

Gathering faeries look on as he kneeleth, still
The breeze blows; the meadow breathes
If but they knew of the growing will
And that the knight seethes
His fury turns the clouds a heavy grey
Bending the boughs of the sacred trees
As his might bends the very day

He rose and spoke quietly, serenely, but one world,
“Galenos”
At once, thunders and lightnings descended
Shrill winds buffeted the de-petaling rose,
Faeries grabbed the daffodilies, upended
Like flags waving with wiggling toes

Trotted mighty Galenos from the flashing gale
His tail and main were raging black fires
Gleamed he in bands of glowing silver mail
Reared he up like victory 'mongst the flyers
His will was valor; his heart, "Never Fail!"

A man-sized axe cleaved the ground beside,
The warhorse did not move or flinch
Plummeted a sword and shield as winds cried
Like meteors with furrows wide
Nor did Galenos give care or inch

The valley seemed swoon
As he collected the implements and got to horse
My Queen shall I see soon
Black Drag, this day shall be thy ending
And bitterest doom

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