I have no gold and myrrh to share,
And my barns are empty and bare.
For I hold no power and might,
Nor my tale fits a knight.
I seek the wisdom of the old,
Upon which the might of men behold.
My ways are strewn with thorns,
For which my heart never mourns.
Bees and spiders are my friends,
And so the dwellers of the reeds that bends.
Vice and pride are my enemy,
And the ones who like me aren't many.
Seeker of the truth, I shall not rest,
Till the day my heart arrest.
Share my wisdom, while you are here,
For the ways of the world, you shall never fear.
But know this, that I am a sojourner,
So that tomorrow you are not my mourner.
When my days have ended,
I shall leave and be not offended.
For I seek the wisdom of the old,
Upon which the might of men behold.
I stroll alone,
The cold chills my bone.
My feet pause,
Some moments loss.
Then we were young,
Then we were one.
As days turned old,
And darks nights cold,
She kept me warm,
'way from winter's harm.
We had not many,
Or want for any.
Then we were young,
Then we were one.
We grew old,
So we 're told.
Spring came plenty,
We turned twenty.
The Sun shone warm,
With all of it's charm.
I walked paths many,
And she wasn't in any.
Then Summer set snares,
To collect bets and fares.
When I paid the cost,
And she was lost.
I stroll alone,
The cold chills my bone.
A whisper in the mist
Beckons me from the dist.
A laughter in the plain,
I search in vain.
At the smell of roses,
My heart pauses
A wafting giggle,
Sets the sniggle.
My weary heart
Plays its part
Her maiden charm,
Makes my heart warm
Her loving smile,
Hath me beguile
Her longing eyes,
That her breath reprise
Her tender kiss,
Sets me at bliss
Alas I have fallen
To the ways of men
I feel my blood drain
As I writhe in pain.
My life fades,
And then darkness abides.
But I've found love's wreath,
In the fondness of death.
For the fairies of the lanterns
Are the keepers of their manners.
Have you seen her, Oh people of lore,
The fairy princess whom I adore ?
Was she a fairy's child,
Or my imagination gone wild ?
I know not for certain,
But wish you would hearken.
From branches we swung,
With birds and beasts we sung.
When she was around,
There was gaiety abound.
The smile that put lilies to shame,
Wasn't the last of her fame.
Melody of Carillons was her laughter,
And her giggles could melt any matter.
When on wine she fed,
Her cheeks turned rosy red.
She loved all things sweet,
And I longed for us to meet.
Merry were my days,
In so many different ways.
Then the veil of darkness came,
Oh, I've but myself to blame !
My paths were strayed,
A trust that I betrayed,
I saw the mist in her eyes,
Before we kissed good-byes.
A pearl rolled by her cheek,
For a princess, she was so meek.
Her heart writhed in pain,
A victim of my foolish bane.
When the sun no more shone,
My fairy girl was gone.
Or was it a dream,
Did I lose her by the stream ?
Have you seen her, Oh people of lore,
The fairy princess whom I adore ?
For this pain I've known,
Whence my fairy girl was gone.
My wings are tired
And home is not in sight.
Darkness is spreading
And the world has no more light.
The nest is far
And I know not which way is right.
Men has set snares
And fallen is the children of light.
My heart weeps
For the innocent is on plight.
I won't be home
As long as men has their might.
My comrades have fallen
For they have lost their fight.
I'm sad and lonely,
And so cold is this night.
The code was written,
Long when it was light.
We were the guardians
Of all that were just and right.
We burned our feathers
So you were warm in the night.
We dropped our wings,
So that we would walk in your sight.
We chose to bleed,
So that we felt your plight.
We hid you in our hearts,
So that you were loved in your flight.
Alas you were bred in darkness
And pierced us on your day of might.
Darkness is spreading
And the world has no more light.
I won't be coming home
For they have caught me in the night.
She was the loveliest of all
Adorned like a princess on call.
Alas beauty is fleeting,
Signed by our fates' meeting.
When you were not yet a blossom
Mother vine wrapped you in her bosom.
Cradle rocked by gentle breeze,
Lullaby sung by bristling leaves.
Bathed in the silver moonlight
Always apart in a limelight.
Then you bloomed into a charm
And made every heart so warm.
Cheeks so soft and tender,
Sweet lips that honey render.
Beauty and fragrance that you emit,
Wavered the heart of many a hermit.
Bugs and butterflies courted you,
For you were sweet as honeydew.
Alas ! beauty is transient,
And dotage was imminent.
Fallen from youth's grace
And from every courters' embrace.
Once you had lovers many
Now there's none to care you any.
Mother vine doesn't lament you,
For she has to tender the new.
Once a crown jewel of the vine,
Now withered by the law divine.
Your memories I shall adore,
And you shall live in my lore.
'cause you were once the loveliest of all
Adorned like a princess on call.
In my garden forlorn,
Not so long after I was born,
There once fluttered by,
The most magnificent creation of the high.
Her wings so vivid and tender,
Made one gaze with wonder.
Almighty's handy work of art,
Had crafted her every part.
Adorned like a fairy's child,
But with manners that were mild.
With hues of purple and yellow,
And moves that were supple and mellow,
One could take her for a ballerina,
About the size of Thumbelina.
She danced from bud to blossom,
Lilies embraced her in their bosom.
She gorged on nectar that were sweet,
From all blooms that smile and greet.
I soon fell in love with her,
She was mine, I was sure.
And then she began to waft away,
Before anything I could say.
Pretty thing, stay ! I wanted to say,
Instead reached my arms to dismay.
Her wings crumbled in my fingertips,
And I felt a scream part her lips.
In shock and despair I dropped her down,
She fell like a jewel from its crown.
What have I done ! lamented I,
For in my hands did she die.
Like a fool I wept and cried,
But alas in vain, she had died.
Hear ye mates !, tales of my woe
For this happened when I was four.
So that ye shall not catch a butterfly,
The free spirit that loves to fly.
Love her tender when she is around,
Mourn her not when not to be found.
For she goes where she must wander,
Not to be found when you want her.
So mates !, love her tender when she is around,
Thus I weep from her burial mound.
The winter was long,
And I had slept on...
There were the days,
Before the cold and cloudy greys,
When firethorn was red
And on berries we fed.
The days were warm,
And beetles would swarm.
Mother Robin woke us at dawn,
And we flew to the fresh mowed lawn.
Brothers and I had fun many,
There were worms to pick so many
We watched our sisters peck and preen,
Like a pretentious queen.
Father Robin flew from branches high,
Chased the hawks that came nigh.
The sparrows gazed from spanish cherry
Curious about our cackle and merry.
Then the grey days came,
That put sun to shame.
They were short
And deprived us of any sport.
We went to sleep,
Away from the cold winters' keep.
Days went by
And spring came by.
The sun shone brighter
And the snow got lighter.
Alas my nest was in shadows
Away from the warmer meadows.
It was so damp and dark,
And cold was every trees' bark.
I felt no warmth of the brighter sun,
Or heard the sparrows having fun.
Then came summers' warm days
That woke me from my slumber ways.
Long gone were my kin and kith
And none left to share the days with.
Long and dreary the day became
I had slept too long to my shame.
The summer sun couldn't warm my heart
For from within the winter had not part.
As I gazed the dark blue skies,
Silhouetted with swarming flies,
I heard the voices in my ears ring,
You are the last Robin of the spring.