Below the sword she softly kneels,
\nheart pounding in her chest like peals
\nfrom church bells on high.
\nA sea fills her eyes –
\nshe would cry here, revealed.<\/p>\n
Her hand upon the pommel, there,
\nbefore her graceful King she swears
\nunto him all aid
\nwhile on his crusade,
\nserenade and declare.<\/p>\n
Her voice will burst with song and tale
\nat his behest. She shall regale
\nto allies and foes
\ntales of the East, those
\nhe has chose her to hail.<\/p>\n
Accepting oath, he raises her
\nas honor great he does confer.
\nSlowly now she stands
\nmore to serve her land,
\nhis command sweet as myrrh.<\/p>\n
2-7-11<\/p>\n
A Poem in the Welsh Clogyrnach form for King Gryffith FitzWilliam<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Below the sword she softly kneels, heart pounding in her chest like peals from church bells on high. A sea fills her eyes – she would cry here, revealed. Her hand upon the pommel, there, before her graceful King she swears unto him all aid while on his crusade, serenade and declare. Her voice will … <\/p>\n