Lines upon lines
Red and gold
Standing against
The wild blue bold
A stamps of order
And authority
Here is born
Conformity
Silk and steel
Rules the land
Gifts and death
In this hand
Shapes indelible
Left on the land
Words both spoken
And written in sand
Strength and order
The order of the day
The eagles left
Their order will stay
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Hard, cold and grey
Dull and unreflective
Sharpened for weapons of war
Blunted for tools of toil
Yet there is more
Glowing in the forge
Twisted into marble patterns
Delicate chains and swirls
Mounts for jewels
Brooches for queens
Pins and forks and hooks
A myriad of ideas were born
Flowing from use to form
New forms growing fast
The sword fights, the lock defends
The cauldron holds the feast
Times of war and growth of lore
Times of great halls a roaring
Look past the iron-grey mist of time
To see the colours flower
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Scott Andrew Bailey - Author 