OwlsNestBard

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Location: Shire of Trisel, Trimaris

I am in my late forties, a proud husband, father, and a bard. I am a book pedlar by trade and a bookman by vocation. I am a romantic, a realist, and a Believer. I like a good joke, and a bad one even better. I admire all ladies for the innate beauty that is in each one, but my heart is sworn to the fair and gentle Lady Lorelei, who has consented to share my life and my name.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Marks of Honor

Bruises on my shoulders,
Abrasions on my arms.
Physical abuse but there's
No cause here for alarms.
There's a kinking in my neck,
And a creaking in my knee;
Aches and ailments that I
Bear away with childish glee.

If you ask have I been fighting,
I will give a wicked grin,
And I'll show you the welts
That someone raised down on my shin.
Yeah, my body took a beating.
My back muscle's on big knot.
But I'm proud to say I
Gave as good as what I got.

They're the body marks of honor
That I bear from every fight.
They hurt so good though I soak
In hot water every night.
It's a privilege to earn them,
Though the pain is nasty real.
It's just the price you pay
To stand with those who play with steel.

By tomorrow I'll have worked out
All the kinks and all the pain.
Then next week when I suit up,
I'll do it all again.
Why? Well it's the fighter's code
That's written in the stars:
Pain is short and glory lasts,
And ladies dig the scars.

Friday, March 07, 2008

One Flesh

One Flesh


Lady of my heart, you've given me
Unprecedented access to your soul,
Laid in my hands the fierce ability
To wreak upon your heart a dreadful toll,
Yet trusting, that in love, I'll do no harm,
But cherish and protect what I've been given.
And so, before I offer you my arm,
I offer prayer for worthiness, to Heaven,
And further, place my own heart in your hands.
Thus trust for trust, I give you power o'er me,
And also trust that God has his own plans
In forging strong between us, unity.
As we're thus joined, I pray that you will see
I can't harm you without destroying me.