The Dark Ages Poem by Paddy J. P. Harris

I write of age and place forgot
When tribe and race did cast their lot.
Some freedom gained, or slaves were made,
And some from hist’ry were erased.

The times were war and anarchy,
They were the times that men were free.
To say and do what they thought true,
To live as men as best they knew.

Nowhere more so than on these isles
Where sisters three do wryly smile
On rocky shores and grassy hills,
Where nobly sleep the heroes still.

It was a time when from the west
Some did return from islands blest,
To echo through the ages long
The sighing sound of faerie song.

For realm was formed by Merlin mage,
Command at Arthur’s feet was laid,
And spirit fey through veins did flow,
As we from all the legends know.