a smog of vampyric fume
i walk into! with poison-darts
and with mana of fire as weapons
i penetrate the rugged soil of foe.
my longbow of the Scythians hangs on my back
and two mighty daggers
are steady in my belt as always.
the key and the lock rests in my separate hands;
separate like the sun and the moon!
Draper to dram shop, loops
Drains loves to clean draggle tails,
Draws well done the longbow,
Diarrhea of dusty words
Double does up
Dor-likes
Devoid
A young squire set off
through the dark woods
he was on his way to town
to find adventure and fun
When he was set upon by villains
bravely he fought them off
his sword now blood-red
on toward the town ahead
Then a fearsome dragon
blocked his way with fire
he strung his longbow
and shot it dead through the eye
He passed by an old man
his cart stuck in a rut
the squire lent a hand
his gaze he could not advert
He has e-spied a comely maiden
hair of gold and lips like satin
a twinkle in her blue eyes as she gazed
struck by the bolt of love
He rode with them to town
saw them settled in the inn
then to the lord of the manor
to swear his fealty on bended knee
The lord knighted the young squire
"A boon, I ask," my lord, "I am in love
and wish to wed. Will you grant my wish"?
"Indeed I will," the lord replied,
"Lets all feast and be merry
as you take your bride's hand",
a banquet spread before them
they exchanged their rings
Now they retire to the boudoir
there let us leave this pair of new weds
written 03/22/2013
contest: medaeval idealism
Flare to the heavens
Fired by a goddess’s longbow
Igniting a great passion
She says we should meet
At the hills above her feet
Where billowing clouds reside
Russell Sivey
“Laws of the land enslave our people”
-Robin Hood
Sunlight glances off the flint tip
As justice swims through the air
The belly of the bow stave
Carved in yew
Whose nock, twined in hemp
Bonded in beeswax
Burns with the passion of man
Forged in the forest
Practiced on the buckle
Freedom flies true
Freedom
Flies true
01/28/12
beneath all the war stricken tumbleweed burrows
lies a maiden
of faith
her longbow is golden with platinum arrows
and somewhere to someone this woman belongs
her present is tainted with hints of tomorrow
when someone to others will sing her a song
in a garden
in may
in a predestined moment beginnings dissolve
an aforementioned instance
to which it
resolves
on a horse in a gallop by ripe sloping fields
rides a knight
taking aim
his steel hardened sword in a sheath silken woven
and somewhere to someone his heart is avowed
his past is still waiting for closure to cover
and fighting for spring he will sing for a crowd
in a garden
in may
in an incautious moment where failure lies waiting
an expected condition
to which it
resolves
The Cobra sleeps
As the Apache AH-64D awakens
This attack helicopter
Delivers the forsaken
With it's tandem cockpit
Reverse-tricycle landing gear
At the forefront of theatre
It's enemy will fear
Hellfire's and Hydra's
M230 Chain Gun
As the lead rains down
Cutting down the unwanted ones
Into service they were delivered
In March 97'
This breed has arisen
They now start delivering
This creation called Longbow
With it's cannon of fire
Arrows from the hip
If it's for freedom, then we require
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-7.php
Magic can never be undone
This is the way
Of stars
Of magic
Of me
My journey with Aquila
Has begun
We left that dark wood
Where together
We stood
We fought
The Wraiths’ night
My Aquila
His mighty longbow
That love
Always survives the onslaught
To find a Shadowfire
In the Wraiths’ night
I carried it carefully
It must be given
When the time is right
This is the way
Of stars
Magic
Of me
I rode with Aquila
Across the meadows
Through the trees
His love,
Is all I need
That I chose
A man
That carried a longbow
In that clearing
I stepped in from the night
Summer nights
Are not the same
Without him
Summer days
With Aquila
Sublime
Faerie magic
In this joining
Of stars
Magic
Nature
And love
They came at night
Just before dawn
Moondust awoke
I heard the wraiths’ shrieking cries
Faeries’ magic to invoke
Longbow drawn
I kissed my Moondust
Then back to back
We waited for the onslaught
A Faerie Queen ready
My longbow ready
The battle to be fought
Soft amethyst light
Surrounded us
The love within
Will conquer the stain of the night
So it was, that evil
Tried to take
What was never theirs
That love can never break
Of spells that spill
The flashing fire
Amethyst light
Together we stood
And banished the night
Time and time again
They came
They could never win
Fighting as one
Loving as one
Of Faerie magic
Arrows brown and gold
What lies within
Will never hide
It burst forth
Soft amethyst light
Washing away
The stain of the night
Across the bridge
In to the depths
Of the other side
I felt the faint prickle
Of something
Not alive
Moondust felt it too
Of cold winds
Tattered cloaks
Blowing through
Moondusts’ horse
Whose name is known only to her
Shivered and snorted
The rising cold air
Let us leave this place
My longbow unsheathed
Arrows of brown and gold
At the ready
Moondust magic
The light wreathed
I felt it deep
Moondust too
That evil can seep
In to beauty
And stain it in darkened hues
As one
Evil cannot prevail
For love
Beauty and magic
Stars
Will never fail
It cannot divide
What lies within
Will never hide
It bursts forth
Soft amethyst light
Washing away
The stain of the night
A castle filled with light
Love and laughter
Trees that whispered
Faeries that sing
With beauty and delight
Aquila and Moondust
The last night at Heartstone
A feast in the Great Hall
That such love
Is within us all
A journey has begun
In soft dawn light
The early sun
Took away the night
The Kings and Queens
Gave them a Shadowfire
As for the Heartstone
It has always been with them
It is seen
Every day
In their love
Softly glowing
A journey has begun
In soft dawn light
Moondust upon her horse
Aquila and his longbow
Of magic
Of nature
and golden sun
The stream left the mountain
Left the magic fountain
Through rocks, small
Through rocks, tall
It became a waterfall
I took a drink
From my cupped hand
The stream of sighs
Enveloped the magic in me
For, here it lies
The water flowed to me
Of its own will
Tumbling streams
Awakening dreams
Deep inside
Completely
Truth and love
Awoke in me
Aquila
Carrier of the longbow
Began to see
In the centre of the room
Quietly stood
Amongst the gloom
A bow
That gleamed
Of dark wood
I traced my finger
Along its’ curve
To its’ centre of inlaid bronze
It quietly stood
Six foot of dark wood
The centre of inlaid bronze
Was of an eagles’ wings
I was not to discover the meaning
Until I was a man
When I learnt of new and many things
The arrows that I saw
Straight and true
Eagle feather flights
Of brown and gold
That lay quietly
In a room
With everything to find
And more
I visited the room
Everyday
To see the longbow
That gleamed
Of dark wood
That quietly stood
In the gloom
I carried my longbow
Into twilight
Amongst trees
That whispered and sighed
And welcomed the night
In the reflected glow
I looked up to the stars
To the constellations
That I came to know
I traced a finger down the wings
Of my longbow
Felt it course through
I had the meanings
For the inlaid eagle
Shared a name too
Of stars
Of constellations
Of eagles
Of a longbow
Of a name
Of me
Aquila……..
In the firelight
Of stars bright
Aquila shone
In a forest wood
I now understood
Forest and stars
Firelight
Star bright
An eagle in the night sky
Arrows to fly
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