Golden Myths

Come hither once more
Sit still with ease
The fire still warm
The flame a bright delight
For I will speak of the one mighty
The one shining and bright
Eye of the sun
Upon crown stars adorn
Justly words of oaths are sworn
Lord of misty isles
A shining king
Upon the land
Stood beings bright
Travelers of mist filled ways
Lovers of the night and day
A king upon bedrock throne
With a voice of stone
Carved marble refined
A sweet honeyed tongue
Poured out as wine
For all the kingdom loved him so
True and strong
Every harper sung
Only of his song
Poppy seed smoke
When battle not stoked
A jar never emptied
A heart ever alive
A master of arts all
No task to large
To make one feel small
Hands of pure gold
With the slightest of whim
For magic was his mould
All adored and praised him
All round strong warriors stood
For generous with love
Yet in battle
Never a dove
A blood frenzied shifter
As from night to day
With gallant blood song
None could stand in his way
Lord of warriors true and bold
Legends bright and myths of old
The land she wept
With his parting
His path to the mist
A kingdom a tribe
All would miss
For many would come to isle distant
The great mound
The age of iron
Blood and fire
An age of desire
Blood-filled vice
Humanities soul
Becoming steel
Rotting as rust
All dust to dust
Yet within the mist
The wise have spoken
The golden one wanders
Never mislead
To come again
One bright and strong
As long as our souls sing
His pure truthful song

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