Emblazoned with your monogram
Call me your little coin
Design of us more sacred than
Meteor's noon anoint
Howling homeless Winter lingers
Fingers in our trove
Should cruelty a blizzard bring us
Brave summoned in droves
Prisoners whispered confidence
Shared worries are gone
Mortar between us is credence
Knife edge secret sworn
Bearers we, of mightiest sword
Armor repels feeble
Donjon detains nightly reward
Rejoinder agreeable
For every required expenditure
Little Coin will cater
Conjured to find replenishment
Future emblazoned
Energised by mammoth missions
Carved as arrowhead
Morale for your instinctive vision
Richness never spent
26th August 2020
I feel it so strongly deep inside the cry of your heart
It but echoes my souls endless fear of being apart
Use your strength to go on with life even though it is hard
Where is life’s joy when treated with such reckless disregard?
I wonder can I ever free you from this endless pain?
My body and soul are laden with such cold heavy chain
Lead me through the maze of your mind, let me break down the wall
The donjon has been built of adamant and shall not fall!
I will rend the dark veil and bright starlight will fill your soul
The battlements long secure crumble, your love makes me whole!
Written by Shane Cooper & A-L Andresen 25.03.2015
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
I feel it so strongly deep inside the cry of your heart
It but echoes my souls endless fear of being apart
Use your strength to go on with life even though it is hard
Where is life’s joy when treated with such reckless disregard?
I wonder can I ever free you from this endless pain?
My body and soul are laden with such cold heavy chain
Lead me through the maze of your mind, let me break down the wall
The donjon has been built of adamant and shall not fall!
I will rend the dark veil and bright starlight will fill your soul
The battlements long secure crumble, your love makes me whole!
My Daughter
I am blown away by harsh winds
Melanie, it seems to me, you to be storm clouds
in the distant sky, drifting in and out, passing by
in shades of ever deepening, darker, menacing grays.
You seem to be hidden among shadows, lost in shrouds.
Never a word, an acknowledgement, not even a simple hi
when you come home, hide, then go – gone for days.
you drift through, in different shapes, much like clouds,
one minute this, next minute that, or some other, in my eye.
Who or what you will be, where you are at, I never know.
One minute a unicorn, the next, some kind of dragon.
We might live in a castle in the sky, then it’s a gloomy donjon,
or a sailing ship on the horizon, then grounded, you show
me - no adventures to be experienced, no journeys to take –
that I am surrounded by bells, of deaths toll being sounded
as I try my best to understand, try to be a good man
that in the end, all I think I know, I must forsake
B. J. “A” 2
October 2nd 2004
Scimitar in hand
The donjon sacked by his band….
The parapet stands
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