Burgundy Years

burgundy years
I remember everything
burgundy years
death tolls ever dark its cheers

dark the days that beckon me
throughout the Northland country
but there was hope once in my heart
when minstrels sang sweet their song

from the cup you made me drink
the potions of uncertainty
my love never did perish
I have kept the memories inside

blood it lingers still yet stirring
where goodwill was once endearing
i've become the caretaker
dutifully, a saint forlorn

marriage to the brotherhood
by oaths sworn in magicians woods
the martyr of my christian name
slain by the scarlet crusades

shall the words of misfits spoken
be treated as jesters' tokens
there is but a glimmer full
of the dim light you have cast

in time all heroes depart
but there was hope once in my heart


Old Castle Madrigal

fairest and majestic kind
draped in royalty and prose
mountains born from youthful forests
cauldrons bore legends

holy and sacred are these
old scrolls and pages
of blood and offering
of our lord

all kings and kingdoms bow
in due accordance
the song of saints foretell
of all his goodness

enchantments from old castle
lore entwines the namesake of
every creature cast asunder
bearing the serpent

henceforth doth divinity
purge the conjurer and role
songs of fancy root in hemlock
perfume of devils


The Harvestry Of Ghosts

grim nor gale shall hinder clove or heather
ghouls nor satyr partakes goblets and gold fount
years have I longed for pleasant times
from the harvestry of your heart
cursed am I to be nurtured by
the hollow of ghosts haunting realm

he who seeks shall find her
gifts more fine than silver
memory the crowning deed of torment
sifts its sickle with the roar of giants


Hansel (I Will Be Your Friend)

hansel, I want to know
everything to make you better
all your fears and your doubts
with me they will be safe forever

through the lonely years I hold you
I will, I will
through the emptiness you feel
I will, I will
I will be your friend

hansel, years end, and how you have changed
but I will never
from old school days to now
i'm still here but you're still not here


Christiandom On White Horses

hitherto great lamentations consume us
garland feigning on the crowns of gnomes peril
heralders don hooves in homage and brave tales
saints rue the black sacrament final and solemn

on white horses
children of the first throne
on white horses
our king lives forevermore

banners garnish, spinsters bury looms in bugs
boughs and boons move old heroes toward angels
the spirit sweetens much the taste of new seekers
fortitude has served the bridesmaids of hallmark

onward we go through the hills, through the snow
our lord for us who could be against us


Pilgrimage (Lo, I Am With You Always)

the scepter song harkens dominion
to sew the champion
the mantle of the sword bearer
becomes the hummers harp of elation
foes from the northern nook
and spirits from the fall
behold the ancient emperor
his arms outstretched to all

lo, I am with you always
lo, I am with you always

knighthood sworn upon the anther lawns
summon the prophets
woodland whimsy broods and buds
lands in flight the form of the fortress
and with a sudden wisp
the maiden keys unlock
the writing of the book
of revelations born
fables are notions


The 100 Knighthood

hear the song of saints forsook by the dark rule
hear the oboes and heirlooms of the ages
end in ruins, at last the dominion

we come forth, our lord be with us
we come forth, in unison and grace

horsemen from the white mountains of the shepherd
legions of angelic host
and a banquet for the children
endure until the end


May All Saints

for years doom grows in our bleak chambers
yielding not
four centuries of old deemed risen
impale my soul

may all saints sing of your name
may the wicked be slain by your holy name
may all saints sing of your name
blessings come in the day of our lord

my grievance pleads alone
from maelstrom to burial
beguiled by slumberers grave sojourn
rook and dirge dwarfs us

for years doom grows in our bleak chambers
for years doom grows in our bleak chambers.....


The Road To Monarchy

sadness sings through daunting hours
the cloaks of yarn cover the marshes
hunting for roads in thorns
to make our way to my first love
the webs weave then end their forms
are we to die with no glimpse of you?

our love carries us
down the road to monarchy
our doom wearies us
down the road to monarchy
songs of tragedy abound

merry days were once beloved
by peasants for the sake of folly
my heart's in reverie
for days spent gathering springs of green
and how often I would ream
of dragons, love, honor and kings


I Beam, You Beam

laser boy I'm called
the one who makes and creates toys
for imaginations to become what they were once
long before the hourglass was cast we were ageless
coloring the phantom ghost of time with our last breath

I beam, you beam
I beam, you beam

there's nowhere else for love to bury deep herself
or scorn, the last parting sigh
of stillborn saintly souls
arise my love

eager for the march
through rainbow arch
I proclaim much
all the ancient fathers rest their heads
in observed watch

wizards bring a dark curse to the land
with wand in hand
from a book of black words comes the name
of a lamb slain