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La Belle Dame sans Merci
13:29 Mar 13 2006
Times Read: 577

O, What can ail thee, Knight at arms,

Alone and palely loitering;

The sedge is wither'd from the lake,

And no birds sing.

O, what can ail thee, Knight at arms,

So haggard and so woe-begone?

The squirrel's granary is full,

And the harvest's done.

I see a lily on thy brow,

With anguish moist and fever dew;

And on thy cheek a fading rose

Fast withereth too.

I met a Lady in the Meads

Full beautiful, a faery's child;

Her hair was long, her foot was light,

And her eyes were wild.

I made a Garland for her head,

And bracelets too, and fragrant Zone;

She look'd at me as she did love,

And made sweet moan.

I set her on my pacing steed,

And nothing else saw all day long;

For sideways would she lean, and sing

A faery's song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,

And honey wild, and manna dew;

And sure in language strange she said,

"I love thee true."

She took me to her elfin grot,

And there she wept and sighed full sore,

And there I shut her wild sad eyes

With kisses four.

And there she lulled me asleep,

And there I dream'd, Ah Woe betide,

The latest dream I ever dreamt

On the cold hill side.

I saw pale Kings, and Princes too,

Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;

Who cry'd--"La belle Dame sans merci

Hath thee in thrall!"

I saw their starved lips in the gloam

With horrid warning gaped wide,

And I awoke, and found me here

On the cold hill side.

And this is why I sojourn here,

Alone and palely loitering;

Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake,

And no birds sing.





~John Keats

Brothers in arms
13:28 Mar 13 2006
Times Read: 578




Hearty and hale,

we stand without fail .

Brothers in Arms we clasp .



Blood drips from chain mail,

as the arrows do sail,

and the command to attack out does rasp .



One last embrace ,

before death we do face ,

Is it they or myself I make brave ?





Hearts quicken their pace ,

as we take our just place.

Will I die a strong man or knave ?





No time left to wonder ,

as heavy hooves thunder .

Standing in Stirrups we race .





Plans and plots fall,

as we answer the call .

Yet again it is death we must face .





Sun shines on a-pace,

my heart does not race .

My last die has been cast .





Oh for just one more taste,

of that heroes embrace.

Too early to breath my last .





At the end no regret ,

I did not forget .

My brothers creed did stand true .





As my last sun does set ,

it was my best day yet.

Deaths cold embrace ? Just his due

Warrior
17:28 Mar 05 2006
Times Read: 584

I am a warrior. I see through different eyes.

I see a bigger picture when others see grey skies.

Though many can't conceive it, I stand...facing the wind.

My bravery, not from fighting, but from my strength within.

I am a warrior. I'll walk the extra mile.

Not because I have to, but because it's worth my while.

I know that I am different, when I stand on a crowded street.

I know the fullness of winning, I've tasted the cup of defeat.

I am a warrior. They say I walk with ease.

Though trained for bodily harm, my intentions are for peace.

The world may come and go, but a different path I'll choose.

A path I will not stray from, no matter, win or lose