These are humble offerings from a bard in awe of the great Merwolf.
Sign them ArdentTly

Beware the Conqueror
by ArdentTly

She takes what she wants
Cos it's all just a game
"The Destroyer of Nations"
Gave Xena her fame
She's a killer, she's a lover
She's a warrior, too
She's the Conqueror, baby
And she'll get to you
A wild force of nature
With a killer smile
All packaged up nice
With her feminine wiles
She'll seduce you and win you
Cos to her it's just fun
She'll take what she needs
And leave cos she's won
She's Ares pet project
And the Lord of his dreams
All beauty and charm
But not what she seems
Tall, dark and dangerous
With a killer's eye
She'll cut you and bleed you
With a casual sigh
Don't try to redeem her
Cos she doesn't care
There is no remorse
Behind her cold stare
So beware the Conqueror
With the ice in her veins
The future is black
When the Conqueror reigns

Copyright by ArdentTly
January 4, 1998

      

Beware the Warrior

by ArdentTly  

Beware the warrior with the look in her eye You may

think she's easy but don't even try A seasoned tactician and ex-warlord, too Get within reach and she will have you Xe stands there, wearing only a smile
She's a predator, like a crocodile
She can morph into beauty and grace
The skills of a killer, a dress can't erase Quietly lying there looking so still
But she's measuring you for the kill
Copyright by ArdentTly January 4, 1998

      
       

Rapture
by ArdentTly

      
She lies alone, her form outlined under the light from the full, ripe moon.
Her golden crown lies cradled in her arms and it's apparent she has been
weeping.
The fire has burned down low and the only sound is of her soft breath.
The air seems heavy as you stride prudently yet purposefully towards her.
And yet she sleeps on.
As you carefully place your articles of war aside, sliding off your
leathers,
You see her eyes flutter open and soon your own rapture is being reflected
And your heart is full.
You wonder as you capture a fresh tear as it rolls down her silken cheek
How it is you've captured her heart and you entreat the gods that it shall
ever be so.

Copyright by ArdentTly
December 1998
      
       

t Souls Apart

by ArdentTly

There is a myth, a story told

Of how man was in days of old.

And how the gods created him

To entertain, their lives so dim.

Man had two heads and four legs, too

He was complete, his joy was true.

They sought to tear his joy away.

And so they rent man's soul asunder

Left to roam the world and wonder.

Trying to find their soul's release

And give their vagrant heart some peace.

So ever more shall man endure

To find his soul complete and sure. turbulence inspired  

      

The Stoic Warrior

by ArdentTly  

There she rides so proud and tall

A hero of this land

She fights for right, for weak and small

For the greater good she stands  

She once ruled Greece as its Lord

With Ares by her side

She fought with chakram and with sword

And did conquer and divide  

With azure eyes and mane of black
She is danger in repose
Of wit and charm there is no lack
Her power how it rose  

Now she rides her horse o'er Greece
Defending those she may
With Gabrielle she stands for peace
Stoic hardship is her way  

Copyright by ArdentTly December 1998

      
       
       

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