Date: Tue, 28 May 1996 09:36:09 -0500 From: Susan Shearer Subject: Call of the Knight (A poem from the heart of darkness...) Hi! This is my first post to the list - please let me know what you think at rhiannon@onramp.net. Thanks, and enjoy! :D (WARNING: This has some light "Last Knight" spoilers.) S P O I L E R S P A C E ! ! ! ! CALL OF THE KNIGHT by Susan Shearer In silence there is strength, my friends In compassion there is light It matters not, now, to me Who was wrong or right. I was blind, you see, To all I had to hold Rather I should own his mind And let his heart grow cold. But the truth I was not ready for The heart I could not see That in dying then, my young friend He truely died for me. That in the life I called a sham And mocked for lack of sight I saw the love locked inside - The path he chose was right. Is he dead, you ask of me? Did I send him to his rest? Think this, my friend, and answer me - What was his holy quest? For Light, he said, for Hope, for Truth But is that truly so? No, my son sought the Love Both seen and not to show. You fear him lost, worry not My son will always live, you see Not because of darkness, nay Because of you and me. Because of faith he gave With all his strong alliance Did he see the strength I did In every small defiance? I could not end his life, I knew I could not let him go. My son lies calm and silent now, In a dark room far below. You fear the Knight has fallen now And weep so for his loss Fear not, my son is sleeping And know well it worth the cost. You will see him smile again And hear his silent flight For he has never fallen, friends, My son rejoined the night. And is my son now so lost He is not the man you marked? Not the noble cavalier Who drove away the dark? Think again, kind reader, Listen with your heart. My son awakes, his convert in tow, To hear my words and make a start. He gave a love eternity And himself another chance He is still my son, you see, No matter the angry past. And the loss you suffer now As he comes home to me Remember that, in this coming age, We are no longer merely three. Janette he gave back her life Ah, that took it's toll! And to his "Nat" he gave his heart To my kind he gave a soul. To Merlin's band he gave his trust To his friends he gave his hope To me he gave his honesty To us he gave his strength to cope. Remember the strength of his virtues Not the darkness that tore at his being Know that he is safe, my friends, And the loss will no longer sting. Know that we are watching Know that we are near For in your lives will always be The hidden world of the vampyr. Dead, or lost, many ask My son, his world is gone? Fear this not, my friends, For he was always strong. We are only passing for a time He knows that I speak true When this I promise that One night we'll return to you. And why these words from the Damned? Why the silence in the night? Ah, the sweet irony friends, We have won the fight. I never knew the dreams I lost Until I saw my son I never know what it had cost For him to know what I had done. And has he lost the battle won? And lost to darkness now? With the words "I am your son" Has he broken his sacred vow? Listen well, they are laughing A family we are once more And his freedom won, the darkness lost He is freer than before. Sleep well in your beds this night And know that we are well The only place we shall never be Is the lightless road to Hell. And why my mercy in his release? Why the heart I now let reign? With him at peace and I so dark What in this do I gain? The war we fought is over, friends, I see the need for light But that is not my destiny, For I will always need the Knight. Lucien LaCroix "If life is an illusion, does that mean God gets drunk?" "Sieze the Knight, hold on tight!"