Web of Wyrd

Swordsong for a Swordsman

Web of Wyrd


"Violence is the last refuge of the 
incompetent" 
-Salvor Hardin 

This is my swordsong for all swordsmen 
drawn to meet each blow 
May mettle versus metal 
lay it down that no more blood shalt flow 
Mighty knight in shiny armour, 
brave and honour'd warrior, 
reverent at the court before the 
king, queen and the sorcerer, 
- gests the jester made, by far outdaring thee 
Face at last thy final battle, 
one true worthy challenger 
Break thy blade, kneel and unbonnet, 
surrender to the Peacemaker, 
- penitent, repentent with dignominy 
A Nightmare's Dream - Phalanx 
Of worries was my bed last night 
not feather, down nor even straw 
There grovled I in this dike of a dream 
with a storm eye to eye in awe 
Raged out of a weald came a 
coach four-in-hand 
Outrage to wield follow'd many a man 
At the reins sat the devil grinning 
- the ghastliest sight I saw 

The prey never knew when 
the hunters near drew 
In for the kill, just for a thrill 
Not much of a wolfpack, 
rather like lice 
More reminicent not 
of man but mice 

He can not think who can but fight 
- Instinct hath kill'd conscience 
To build is harder than tear down 
- Mindless violence over sence 

Hark - the song that be my sword 
Stand - and take its every chord 
The innocent be knight'd whilst 
the guilty shan't escape their trials 
Feel - thy every victim's pain 
Bow - never to rise again 

In my swordsong for all swordsmen 
let it thus be known; 
When the meek their world inherit 
thou shalt reap as thou hast sown 
Psychopathic serial-killer, 
child molester, tormentor, 
rapist, racist and retard'd, 
homophobic torturer 
- bacteria and amoebae outrank thee in worth 
When we lock thee in the dungeons 
my treat's to lower the key 
and declare the hour of deliverance 
sith thou ne'er again be free 
- Lack we thy kind live we on a better earth 

A Nightmare's Dream - Bellum 
To terror my bed now was turn'd 
not worries, ghast nor awe 
as wide awake I stared at a nightmare 
no dream ever saw 
Less heart, twisted mind 
'limbs of satan' there lined 
Heartless they twist'd the limbs on mankind 
Spill'd the guts of women and children, 
- gorged upon the gore 

An innocent victim judged by the kind 
who prolong with their fist 
what is absent in mind 
None be born evil but 
some are taught well 
and make others eat 
what they were fed in hell 

A beaten father beat his son 
- and war rages in playground 
Revenge, vendetta, holocaust 
- Eye for eye, pound for pound 

Hark - the song that be my sword 
Stand - and take its every chord 
The innocent be knight'd whilst 
the guilty shan't escape their trials 
Feel - thy every victim's pain 
Bow - never to rise again 

Fly the dove 
When neighbour fight neighbour 
and child hurt child, 
fly, find an olive for me 
Fly above 
riot and tumult, battery, war, 
disregard and misery 
Fly my dove 

/ommited.. 
Worst Case Scenario 
(of Brain and Brawn) 
In terror kneels a soldier, 
some civilans argue still 
The sound of sirens echo out in space 
As missiles reach well plotted targets 
mankind vanishes without a trace 
../ 

Fly the dove 
When neighbour fight neighbour 
and child hurt child, 
fly, find an olive for me 
Fly above 
riot and tumult, battery, war, 
disregard and misery 
Fly my dove 
for passion, compassion 
and humanity, 
fly, find an olive for me 
Fly for love