"A unmanned harp plays a sorrow filled tune
no fair maid to strum the strings anew
it only keeps playing forever cast in time
playing a song, a story, a long rhyme"
"Listen there on bended knees
and hear the story weave and plea
it will bend in your ears and if you can fine
it will tell you its story in all good time..."
{the Harps Story}
~A child awake, to a mothers play
and screams out in a wanting way
the mother she bows so low you see
to pick up her child on bended knees~
~The child he grows strong and bold
his age begins to make him known
to the fact that he is more you see
more then the boy his mother needs~
~The boy ages to seven teen
and seeks to leave the land beneath
his mother she cries and she weeps
as she gives him his fathers things~
~A blade he pulls from its womb
of silver and strange golden hew
it hums a gentle rhythmic song
that leads the boy on and on~
~The boy slowly grows to a man
and with his golden blade in hand
he learns to stand strong
and grows to slay a million gone~
~ The man he takes the path of war
and fights for his country here
he defeats all is foes
and grows to be a man of old~
~One day a message meets his ear
and tells him a story he reveres
his mother she lies dieing in bed
so he returns to her arms of lead~
~there she lay with blood shot eyes
and looks at the boy who left her side
she raises up a shaking hand
and touches his face with tenderness~
~There she tells him of the truth
the truth that his father wish him never knew
and with a shock he falls away
tears streaming down his face~
~He looks at the blade in hand
and throws it to the cold hard ground
how is it that this blade could be
the blade that set his father free~
~His father died by his own hand
out on the battle field he stands
nothing more then a body of stone
killed by his very own~
~For his mother told her son
that his father was the very one
who started the war across the land
and was the master of the evil clan~
~The man was now a child on knees
crying over his dead mothers feet
for he hand killed his father, how
out there on battled bloody ground~
~The story goes on to say
the boy took that evil blade
and melted it down to gold
and into a harp he did mold~
~And forever it is said
the harp plays his story again
to all those who listen very well
will hear the story in the endless spell~
