Saxon...crazy dreams

Godfather.
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edited April 2012 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
On the back of the wind rides the queen Ann’s revenge
Tales of storms and rain that washed away the son’s of yesterday
And full sails ahead into the dawn of the roaring silence
Where mothers sister’s and daughters stand in waiting with wonder and wild desire.

Saxon worriers on ships of fire rule the night with swards of broken light
Sailing into the wind to find the Queen Ann’s Revenge
With desperate stares into the night
The father’s son’s and storms that bring a wild desire to fight.

Stand tall and fight your fears that hide inside of you Saxon Worrier
Bow not to the storm or the son’s of yesterday who hide in the roaring silence
fear not that which will take your dreams away.
Fear not Saxon Worrier.

The night has passed and sun breaks though my window
It is time to waken from this dream
All that I remember sails against the wind fighting inside of my mind
Waiting to be free to sail the ship of fire in search of the Queen Ann’s Revenge
With a feeling of wonder and a wild desire to be free
To meet the Saxon Worrier trapped inside of me.

Godfather.
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