Yule in Argyll
Written by: Bouquet Folethor D'Amandes
Twas three days after Solstice, and all through the town,
Date: December 24th, 1006 much singing came forth from bird and from hound All that are living are glad to be here and spend their times wishing the Realms some good cheer My lady lays back in her chair for a while on an upholstered throne; the Queen of Argyll Took mistletoe and holly and even ivy too and gently ordered it hung in all rooms She laughs gaily in the kitchens and yet She firmly disallows giving sweets to pets She offers all poor animals a brief taste Of warmth and good food in her stable place My lady goes now to every home in the land And sees to it that no one be needing a hand And if they do, to work I do go Not that I mind for I love Argyll so. She gave out her presents, she helped hang some wreaths The finest fae meades; to hard workers she bequeathed She watched a dress fitting, and heard a child's wish And spent some time petting Duke Syruss' flying fish. And now she lies tired, yet happy as can be lying content by the fireside, she asks me to read So I shall, o my lady, and anything else you need? But with a smile already my lady is asleep. To the balcony I go in my own little room I think of Yule briefly to keep away gloom When I blow out a candle, I wish in this place That one day, very soon, I'll know my own face. I crawl onto my cot with blankets of fleece To dream of a Fae where we only know peace Closer It comes to judge what be right... ...so Happy Yule to you all. May it be a good night. |
Created by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee
at 09-27-16 02:02 PM
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