Who am I ? written in Brass Green Ink.

My Voice is know both Far and Near
But at my home I am always here.

All know of me and that I bring tiding of Glad or Fear.
Yet few have moved me as I set here.

I am cast of Fire and frozen in the Clay.
I was born and grew cold in but a single Day.

I have out lived my every lover and shed the Tear as they passed Away.
And when a new one is born, I sing out on their very first Day.

I am Bell and never leave but guide all along their Way.
An for you I shall Pearl too  when it is your very last Day.

TDK

(c) George King 2013

Awen from the Well.

When most empty it rings like a Bell.

Much like people that are noisily as Hell.

Yet it works both Day and all of the Night

In Summer's fire and Winter's cold Light

But just like People its most useful if turned Upright

My Soul's little Cauldron of hidden Delight.

Remember the Poesy!

TDK / The Druid King

Copy rite George King March, 11 2013

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Blessing and Moon Rising

Death in two lines.

The Shades of Hell dance before the Bell.

 And when it rings there is nothing left to tell. 

The Druid King

Copyright Oct 13, 2012 George King