Emerald Rose Three More Drops
Oh, my greatest wish in younger days
was to learn about the ancient ones
I wished to learn the Bardic ways, how to
sing their songs and play their drums…
My aunt she told me, “get a job -
your music’s just an idle trip;
here, take this spoon and stir this pot, but
don’t you dare to take a sip”
For one long year I stirred her brew,
to taste I dared not take the chance, but
then by accident it’s true, those three drops
to my lips did dance
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Give me three more drops and one more song,
O Goddess have I waited long
enough to taste your sacred wine,
three more drops of the divine
And when that potion touched my tongue,
my heart was filled with wondrous song,
oh Goddess keep me ever young, I know
this taste cannot be wrong
And then my aunt in righteous rage
did chase me over hill and dale
though many forms did I engage,
to flee her wrath, to no avail
At last I learned her will indeed
was to teach the ways of Hoof and Horn
I turned myself into a seed, and
through the Lady was reborn
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And since that day I’ve chased my muse, a thousand
songs to hear and play,
although the Lady does refuse to lift her veil on
certain days. . .
But when I feel my well’s run dry, those precious drops
I bring to mind,
and then I hear the crickets cry
and that brings me my next three lines
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