Many seek, of Prophet Speak, that walk the the bard or fili path.
They risk both Mind and Soul to for but a sip of 'Imbas Forosna' from 'Cauldron Awen'.
For it is said to give a Futures Peek while turning one's tongue to Silver and Lips to Blue
Made of the ancient Oak God's mystic poetic Gold.
Gift of the lost Druids that once were so Bold.
Oh where is this Cauldron that the Bard and Fili Seek.
Just the sight of it makes a strong mind reel and Weak
To it there is not road nor proven way.
Some find it at darkest of the Night
Others in the burning Sun of Day
For it is a hard, hidden and a Cosmic only Way
So if your path is Marked, of true Imbas you may never Say.
Only by being Lost can the Bard find what others never See.
For this is the way of Druids or Gods and of like a Bard must also Be.
Or forever only Parrot speak of what which was, and never ever of
what shall Be.
TDK
(C) George King 2013
They risk both Mind and Soul to for but a sip of 'Imbas Forosna' from 'Cauldron Awen'.
For it is said to give a Futures Peek while turning one's tongue to Silver and Lips to Blue
Made of the ancient Oak God's mystic poetic Gold.
Gift of the lost Druids that once were so Bold.
Oh where is this Cauldron that the Bard and Fili Seek.
Just the sight of it makes a strong mind reel and Weak
To it there is not road nor proven way.
Some find it at darkest of the Night
Others in the burning Sun of Day
For it is a hard, hidden and a Cosmic only Way
So if your path is Marked, of true Imbas you may never Say.
Only by being Lost can the Bard find what others never See.
For this is the way of Druids or Gods and of like a Bard must also Be.
Or forever only Parrot speak of what which was, and never ever of
what shall Be.
TDK
(C) George King 2013
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