mini-bardics

POETRY NEWS #4411
Date: 09/03/2013 at 19:51
From: Bardic Blade Galos De'Verres, Daisei of the Hold
To : Everyone
Subj: mini-bardics

In the beginning

Combine hope with fear and what do you get? you get mortality. the first
living beings in the world saw the sun set for the first time and
thought they were going to die....i wonder what that was like. to see
the sun rise again and rejoice we live! praise the sun for he is
god....and so praise the moon for in the dark night where monsters hide
in shadow to eat us and steal our souls, she guides us and lights our
way she is our goddess....and lets not forget the stars for they tell us
where we are and how far we have walked if we watched them they would
tell stories, they too are god....a story? what are those....stories
were
created by a bird who whispered them to a mortals ears to tell to the
world. the stories and songs; the gift of inspiration....must too be
god...but who? a secret angel that hides in the shadows of the thoughts
of men feeding us songs of valor and stories of courage to keep us
strong.
it must be an angel but what for is his name...is it our duty to name
such a person call him creation! inspiration! imagination! he is the
sound of music, the paint on canvas, the statue in a court yard. he is
the daydreams of children....but one day he gifted his children with a
name. the divine angel had a name so sacred it was; rejoice for he
blessed
us the chosen with such a gift. that name he gave so lovingly
whispered in a gentle tone...Scarlatti...and with a smile and wink he
vanished from the minds eye but we his chosen remember the name. so fond
we are...we fight with passion, words are our blades and creativity our
skill that we use to strike down the inept and raise and challenge the
unknowing for we are not mean or wicked we wish to inspire as well as
create.....


Penned by my hand on the 19th of Valnuary, in the year 634 AF.