Conn/whatOtherFolkSay

So Walked He,

In an ageless wood, so walked he
among the silvery paths of a sleeping world
where e'en his grumpy heart doth not bleed out
as his love for companions not yet lost
'ave shielded him from the bane of the dawn

He is the branches of the Oak that wields its arms
O'er the silvery blade that flashes his strength and might
Every step, graceful as the lost mirth of the world still laughs All in time where shadows dare not dim his glowing light

Where endless, cold wars wage, he is still the red knight
the dreamer to shelter oe'r the lost and those found
E'en in this hour, his ageless wisdom is pressed to metal
To sing the air and wind over through

He casts dreams in everything he touches
Oe'r me and earth, and sky
May he be forever known, as loved
By all that know his heart.


~Tinlin