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The Last Bard
3 February, 2011
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)

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He could have been the last Bard
His infatuation his undoing
Dreams warped by his current realities
The magic overshadowed

How easy to take for granted
His voice that he tried to share
Hearing not the rose of his words
But only the thorny twists of his mystery

Lessons of who we could choose to be
Lessons of those who failed
The energy in his imagination
Knowledge of the ages prevails

Mythical being, with his endless transforming
His stories, keeping him forever alive
Each further generation reawakening
From a sleeping captivity revived

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Meridian (64.12.117.71) -- Tuesday, February 8 2011, 02:57 am

That's right

Just like music, writing never dies. Writing like music, always reinvents itself.

Love it Dreamer a.k.a Lady R!
me (68.32.97.68) -- Monday, February 14 2011, 08:40 pm

fantasy

You said you were watching the show on Merlin. Pretty neat how you find your inspiration
who cares (69.204.217.182) -- Wednesday, February 16 2011, 12:48 am

thank you

thank you for your poem
Dreamer (75.42.000.184) -- Wednesday, February 16 2011, 03:42 am

Thanks for taking time to read

thanks for taking time to read my poem..
 
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