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Poetry News Post #4564

My Child and I

Written by: Aspirant Llyweith Le'Murzen Windsong, Seeker of Lore
Date: Thursday, January 9th, 2014
Addressed to: Everyone


A long time ago, in a land far away
I smiled gently, as my child I did lay
His head, alive, not ready for a wink
Looked at me with a curious blink

Soft and soothing did I coo
'My sweet, whatever can I do
To ease you into blissful sleep'
A moment passed with not a peep

With his small brow a-furrowed
And his precious head burrowed
He quivered and softly said
'I heard something that I dread

To think of as truth and right
Because if it is, then what a fright
I have to wish it be not true
For you would surely worry, too'

'My child,' I cry in alarm
'I will keep you from all harm
Please tell me what you fear
And let your dear mother hear'

A deep breath before the plunge
'Is it true that some whom lunge
Into action, killing all of those
That have not done as they chose?'

Smile small, relief upon my features
'Of course, my love, of such creatures
Exist within this world. What you must do
Is listen and be good, and they will shoo.'

'No momma,' his voice most sincere
'Not those of the Dark and Evil do I fear
But the bringers of Light and Good
That I hear, they could and would

Stomp out all whom they think a Blight
With their blind and prejudice might?'
Indeed, I stood torn for what could I,
Mother, protector, and his greatest ally

Whisper to caress his mind to sleep
And yet to answer a question so deep
Honestly, with truth and integrity
A deep breath I took, fear to remedy

'My dear one,' soft and sweet said I
'To you it will not do to lie
There are those whom seek to raze
All in their path, caring not the blaze

Nor of the pain and the suffering of those
And for all of us whom honour prose
And song and art, they see naught but
Their noses along the roads they strut

So heed my warning, young one dear
If any of those are ever to come near
Be sure you tell them, with pride so bright
That is can surly challenge their Light

For what you stand, and Whom you love
Yet remember to always hold out the dove
Of peace and kindness to all whom call
For when they raze, and if you shall fall

There is naught but their folly to blame
As it should bring their Gods most shame
To see how they continue their pompous air
When you have done naught but to share

What you believe in most respectful tone
And know, my son most dear, you have shown
What most of them will never know
For as you flourish and start to grow

Show respect to all that you greet
As you never know whom you will meet.'
A soft smile did grace his face
As his fingers he gently laced

'When you put it like that, I guess,'
He paused a moment as he confessed,
'I have naught to fear.' His head laid to rest
I looked upon my child, a pang in my chest

To worry of such deep things so young
But best he knows what he lives among
So that one day he may make his life
Among this world and live without the strife

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Chronos, in the year 644 AF.


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