He was an ancient warrior from times of old
back in the days when the sun was new
and the stars at night were brilliant blue
like the canopus star he once knew
Often, he was found rummaging the forest
looking for ther rarest mushrooms
as the eagles flew he counted tree rings
indenting the roots of ancestry wings
Then one day, he was reborn again
in an era of squabble filled with wars
silence became an oddity full of slew
and "The Sacred" a rarity hidden in full view
They tagged him with bipolar with doctorate degree
for this was a world of medicine and mental deficiency
yesterday he howled at the moon and cloaked the stars
today he is a sad man longing for a trip to Mars
He the ancient warrior of days of old
fights the good battle everyday, with tools of old
mistletoe on oak, he held his staff
all the time knowing his time would pass
Written by: Mystic Rose
For a friend who suffers from bipolar
Dec 17, 2023
Dec 17, 2023 at 7:26 AM UTC
He was an ancient warrior from times of old
back in the days when the sun was new
and the stars at night were brilliant blue
like the canopus star he once knew
Often, he was found rummaging the forest
looking for ther rarest mushrooms
as the eagles flew he counted tree rings
indenting the roots of ancestry wings
Then one day, he was reborn again
in an era of squabble filled with wars
silence became an oddity full of slew
and "The Sacred" a rarity hidden in full view
They tagged him with bipolar with doctorate degree
for this was a world of medicine and mental deficiency
yesterday he howled at the moon and cloaked the stars
today he is a sad man longing for a trip to Mars
He the ancient warrior of days of old
fights the good battle everyday, with tools of old
mistletoe on oak, he held his staff
all the time knowing his time would pass
Written by: Mystic Rose
For a friend who suffers from bipolar
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