BALADIN’S DREAM – PART V
Originally written and posted ~ 08.02.2012 _ Re-posted 07.01.2020 as part of an Edenbray Retrospective
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BALADIN’S DREAM
PART V
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…The Watchman
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A few and then many
The quiet night speaks
Peace to many plans
The watchman abroad at night
Serves his many chores
Revels in his patient duty
To trim the wick that light flickers
Burns to glow and beckon
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Can we prevail upon him so?
Who watches for our souls
Who prays and holds the night winds at bay
and faults the eastern snows not enter
Or speaks to birds of prey
While they converge to plunder?
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He wrestles the man of pain
and tests the spirits of the torn
and the tortured who leer
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In the hearth the embers amber
Are fanned and spawned
To love they are born and weaned
In hope they conceived innocent
Do crackle and breathe deeply
Of heavens richest, rarest air
This nightly scene shared with
The favoured and chosen
Whose journey is worn of care
Whose habit not course
Is yet taught by trial
Of dedication and purpose
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Oh watchman who sits by
Ever heartened by companions
Whose thoughts heard are words
Wolden and tinged crimson
With a heat and a light
So pure and blessed
The watchman of the night so sure
He is a worthy special sight!
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Writtenbyedenbray08.02.92
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Jessica Renea comments 07.03.2012 : ‘Feels so warm even in the cold of night. I always think of angels when I think of watchmen. Another epic!’
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