Daegal Poems

From strange lands and stranger speech,
A man came riding in to preach,
He taught of morals, old and new,
And talked of things we’d thought untrue.
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Why won’t you let me go?
Master, I hate you so.
There’s a place within the night
For which I long to aim my flight.
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I witnessed my own hanging,
From prices paid in sand,
I saw the gallows growing taut
As silver crossed my hand.
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“Look towards the noon-time sea,
You’ll see a thing divine.
Hear the tunes upon the waves,
As the songs are soaked in brine.”
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An interstellar revelry of great
Cosmic winds where twisting shades can abate
The flow of time. Brazen in observing,
With their celestial eyes, unnerving.
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Resting once upon a hill,
Feeling Winter’s bitter chill,
I spied a person far beyond
With tunic black and hair of blonde.
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If I run, should I fall?
How have I survived at all?
Things seem so diff’rent, so small
With interest’s gnawing call.
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Although just one slight hour,
She’s been locked within the tower,
He’ll soon become undone,
By the shadows and the sun.
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“Cover! ” Yelled my soldier friend
As he ran around the bend.
The trench was slick and smooth with mud,
Mixèd with my comrades’ blood.
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Only a fool believes his kingdom would last a thousand years,
But in truth should it surely fall and drown in regret’s tears.

Only a fool would smile happily in the face of all his foes,
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