Post by TartanPhoenix on Jul 11, 2009 2:03:16 GMT -5
Disclaimer: This does belong to me, but the intended belong to J. K. Rowling.
The Horn
There was a man
of sound mind and great heart,
hearty and hale
yet kind above all.
There was a woman
of quiet dreams and guarded heart,
brash and outspoken
but tender and true.
He would laugh
and she could smile.
He blew his horn,
and toppled her walls.
He became one of the few,
he became a friend.
Time passed, as is custom
others lost, and friendship strong.
Twas a time to be bourne no more
and the terms for her heart laid bare.
The man was sweet and kind
as she had known him to be
the horn fell silent as he shook his head
they would have no parley.
She turned and left,
no cries to be heard
The man was kind above all,
and their friendship strong.
They met again
when the new moon began
her walls rebuilt, their sentries strong.
His words were cool,
the warmth of his laugh denied.
The guards stood fast
as she ordered more stone and retreated
Her pain froze to a pale cheek.
A love lost an easy price
when compared to the silence of the horn.
The horn was left at the gate,
lost but not forgotten.
SIlence was the new order
obstinance her newest defense.
The man would only shake his head,
never to venture forth with a harsh word.
There was a woman
of quiet dreams and guarded heart,
brash and outspoken
but tender and true.
There was a man
of sound mind and great heart,
hearty and hale,
yet kind above all.
The Horn
There was a man
of sound mind and great heart,
hearty and hale
yet kind above all.
There was a woman
of quiet dreams and guarded heart,
brash and outspoken
but tender and true.
He would laugh
and she could smile.
He blew his horn,
and toppled her walls.
He became one of the few,
he became a friend.
Time passed, as is custom
others lost, and friendship strong.
Twas a time to be bourne no more
and the terms for her heart laid bare.
The man was sweet and kind
as she had known him to be
the horn fell silent as he shook his head
they would have no parley.
She turned and left,
no cries to be heard
The man was kind above all,
and their friendship strong.
They met again
when the new moon began
her walls rebuilt, their sentries strong.
His words were cool,
the warmth of his laugh denied.
The guards stood fast
as she ordered more stone and retreated
Her pain froze to a pale cheek.
A love lost an easy price
when compared to the silence of the horn.
The horn was left at the gate,
lost but not forgotten.
SIlence was the new order
obstinance her newest defense.
The man would only shake his head,
never to venture forth with a harsh word.
There was a woman
of quiet dreams and guarded heart,
brash and outspoken
but tender and true.
There was a man
of sound mind and great heart,
hearty and hale,
yet kind above all.
