Bard Banner Of Our Muses

Bard Banner Of Our Muses
© Surazeus
2026 10 03

While I am wandering in dark tangled woods, 
alone in changeless glimmer of dead gray, 
I find the fallen banner of the bard 
who wrenched it from the western skies with verve 
to light the beacon of musical truth 
that shines from Parnassus with holy glow. 

With trembling hands of my lost legacy, 
which sparks awake the timeless glow of faith 
in my young witch-wrought heart, I lift up high 
that noble banner of our ancient clan, 
then light again with flame of prophecy 
that beacon on the bleak Parnassian height. 

I find the broken lyre of Mercury, 
that Apollo strummed with passionate heart 
some thirty centuries of change ago, 
which passed through skilled hands of many brave singers, 
Phoebus, Homer, Ovid, Virgil, Dante, 
Shakespeare, and Milton, to my hand this hour. 

After tuning strings taut with intense faith, 
I strum the lyre of Mercury and sing 
enchanting hex that conjures from mute gloom 
ghosts of great singers in my bardic clan, 
Philip, Anne, Oliver, William, James, Sarah, 
Edwin, and Robert, who flock to my tune. 

Joining in spontaneous choir of sweet song, 
they beam mercurial voices of bright truth 
in threads of eerie melodies that weave 
grand tapestry of visionary tales 
which illustrate our transcendental faith 
in spells blessed by the Muses of our hearts. 

High on transcendent peak of arcane faith, 
I sing the ancient tale of human hope 
while bearing banner of our bardic clan, 
and tend the sacred flame of divine truth 
that shines from Parnassus with holy glow 
to light our world with wisdom of the Muses. 

Through eerie silence of human despair, 
from hearts crushed by destructive wars for power,  
strange songs of disharmonious ardency 
emerge from hundred million wounded hearts 
whose spells of hope from isolated rooms 
swell whole together through aspiring wind. 

Now that bard banner of our Muses flies 
aloft in pure wind of ethereal song, 
brave voices of hundred million Earth bards 
fuel flame of truth in beacon of our hearts 
which beams from sacred peak of high Parnassus 
to light the Way for people of the world.