Fates be blind
Still in the dark
They still do find
Courageous souls
With word and shield
He lead his men
Battle in field
Their glory won
Musing & Creating with T.J.S. Sherman
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Fates be blind
Still in the dark
They still do find
Courageous souls
With word and shield
He lead his men
Battle in field
Their glory won
In whispers at bars they speak
Late at night of a fae they seek
Pale of skin and golden of hair
A legendary maiden who is so fair
A single look from her sky blue eyes
Ensures that any man who sees dies
Her eyes are so familiar
Blue like the infinite ocean
His smile is so familiar
Like the warmth of the Spanish sun
In each others arms memories
Weave across time to the present
High in the treetops sits brother crow
Caw caw he cries into the bluster
Of the north wind bearing down
On his flock taking flight