To The Meister Poem by shimon weinroth

And I walked into the valley
Of Grim, fearful and troubled
Till I heard the voice of Hector
Prince of Troy, defender and hero

Whose feats and deeds echo
From the walls and palisades
Along the corridors of ill and ailing
Full of courage and encouraging

My worries swept away
By sonorous tones, lilt of know
Compassion, smile and ligic

That held the fortress unassailable
From hordes and Greek Gods
Overcome only by deciet, mystics and magic

As i lay prone in safe Hands
Second to none. I had come to dock
Anchored in harbor

My ship and corpreal being
Would set sail again on an even keel
Ride the waves of heartbeats

To the rhyme and rhythm,
Melody of being, to you I owe