Henge Happenings #55
The Bard's Path
The Keeper of the Watch
There was once a Time of magnificent legend
a Time when crimson warriors suffered and fell
and their cries resounded: “Who calls my name?”
I whispered: Fear not… I am no one
When the world became new and rejoiced
I submerged myself in shadows, only to wait
and when the Great Wars raged and crested
It was I who was there
My tributes now rest at the bottom of the ocean
on majestic, broken ships I’ve left my name
Oh… how I’ve grown weary from my eternal conquest
I am the final breath, the last embrace
I long to reveal an indescribable beauty
yet, how maligned and misunderstood am I
I am but a door, betwixt and between
the Keeper of the Watch, the receding tide
I cannot be set free, I am condemned to roam
if I had a soul, it would be known as Sorrow
my existence is of the loneliest sovereign
It is my destiny to tear at the heart
I am the ship that rocks the black sea
I come in the night, lest you call out in fear
and all my gentle persuasions seem somehow lost
I am neither here nor there, yet everywhere
Touch me… breathe me…there’s things you
could know
call me…so I can show you even more
- things that were once lost but are found again
I am the doorway to another world
I am the Flight of the Soul, the final rapture
the infinite moment and the remaining breath
- when all has been abandoned, I will cradle you
Thou knowest now… my name is Death
© 2002, Ni
Bhrigid
