The Genteelion

poem from by upcoming book

Along the shores of the salty sea,
Along the beaches of sand and tree,
Where walks the fishing man in his hat,
Where prowls the ferret, lazy and fat – 
There can be found pearls that glisten,
That will speak, and yet none will listen.

Across the river deep and wide,
That flows from bank to countryside,
Where water is swept like paint upon the page,
Into a wet cascade of peaceful rage – 
There was made a silty haven of solitude,
For any who might need escape from the rude.

When work becomes sustaining play,
When islands up close become far away,
Children will arise out of cloth and canvas,
To help sharpen the elven glass – 
The violets like silver, 
The crystals of pleasure,
The heart of a hero, 
The greatest treasure.

With these jewels that fell from our family,
Who once walked on high, down in the valley,
We will walk once more on the ancestral loam,
To live and laugh, and fight to roam – 
With tales spoken through gold and riches,
We will topple mighty towers and liches.

Axe-hem one can't avoid,
A life of fire within the void,
Words aflame with an ancient passion,
A light to craft, build, and fashion – 
Wizards will hearken,
Gnomes will sharpen,
Challenges will be spoken,
And, finally, all will listen.

Maybe we can make believe once more,
Here beneath the willow tree,
Beside the washing cliffside sea,
Before the Tides of Yore – 
The wings of time are at flight once more, 
And now we must look back,
To ages past and to kingdoms of yore,
To find the courage that we lack,
And try to even the score.

Now, hearken to the Genteelion!
The book speaks:
Hearken to me!

The Royal Seal of the Holly Kings + my initials