The Tamer

Sunday afternoon ramblings...

The tamer

He rides

The tamer

She strides

She sings the susurrus

Back into balance

She dances the rhythm

Back into harmony

He plays the manipulator's harp

With the guidance of the manipulated's heart

He whistles to the wind

And chuckles to the river

She smiles at the sun

And gazes at the moon

They suffer nothing

Under the whispers of love

They mourn nothing

Under the songs from above

They lament nothing

Under the words from below

They endure nothing

Under the melody which they bestow

She is strength

Lacking avaricious power

He is honour

Lacking arrogant glory

They are servants of their deepest knowing

They are riders of the river flowing

We are deliverers of our highest understanding

We are sailors on truth's purest landing

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

You tell this like an Iron Maiden Song and that is a nice skill, nice emotions and does not lack for interest.