Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Knights of the Magical Light

Remember their poems.

Arrows break, swords rebel!
May nothing pierce this mortal shell!

A whim, a thought
And more is sought!
Awake my mind, thy will be wrought!

Sheathe these feet with the driving gale,
Make swift these legs, o'er land I sail!

Whispered secrets of a shattered age, I summon you - renew this sage!

By nature's hand, by craft, by art.
What once was one, now fly apart!