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Chasing Waves

07/04/2016
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Brilliance is its own reward

The Sun glanced off my shining shield

And all those who gazed upon me

Were blinded by my audacity.

 

My helm was tall, my spear was sharp

I strummed the strings on my golden harp

My flag bore the shape of a silver whale

The ocean is from where I set sail.

 

Pallor is its own reward

The Moon glanced off my dark deception

And all who stepped in my shadow depart

Obscurity veiled my heart.

 

The sky is red, the moon is blue

Where I am from the pines are new

I chase my ambition in hot pursuit

I wear on my foot a winged boot.

 

I chase the golden apples

They were stolen from my tree

And in my heart I bear the image

Of the woman who stole them from me.

 

The golden apples in her hands

Guide me to her bower

My spear in hand I fly

Lightening sears the tower.

 

I throw back my hand, I cast my spear

Her eyes plead for mercy

She knows death is near

Obscurity veils her face.

 

Within her eyes, in the depths of the sea

The whale sings of her theft

My path in brilliance now stands clear

Her heart with my spear is cleft.

 

My audacity did not save my life

From the poison that stained my shining hand

I watched my brilliant soul depart

My boots lay on the blood stained land.

 

Now my golden harp I play

On the wave that carried me away

I sing the songs fortune foretold

That I would die from being bold.

 

My fingers pick a lively tune

My eyes behold the waxing Moon

She lifts me over onto the shore

And bids me be brilliantly bold once more.

 

I run on the sands with the joy of a child

I am alive and feeling wild

I ache to pick the golden strings

I shall seek out a tavern where I will sing.

 

Hail the world! I am a bard!

I’ve learned my lesson well

Of all things great there’s this I’ll tell,

Virtue is its own reward.

 

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