The Cornerstone
The Cornerstone(found near the coast in Scotland)
Hear the tale a mute stone speaks:
I stood strong at a corner
And on my shoulders a temple upbore.
Sighings and singings of love filled my days
And fed me the strength to stand
Under the weight of that heavy house,
The home of him who holds the world in his hand.
Deep in the womb of night when Wyrd brushed by,
I listened oft to ancient tales, told by monks
And written on scrolls with words that spoke.
Thus in the day and in the night,
I was never alone; but my goodly thanes,
The men of God, comforted and upheld me
With their praisings and tellings.
And then the Dark Doomer, Woeful Wyrd,
Came in the night when the waves were high
And the wind blew cold,
Darkening the world with gloom.
Striders of the Deep, the Deadly Danes
Under the shield of the Wailing Wind
Strode up the path and pillaged my temple;
Raging and foaming they felled my last thane,
Sundered the walls, and left only ashes.
Among rank weeds I dwell in the silence,
And crumble with cold without my safe shelter.
I remember the tales of the scrolls and good priests,
Stopped up with dust and scattered as ashes:
And wish I could tell them.
But I am a stone
And silent forever.
Poetry by ethom
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Written on 2008-03-26 at 00:04
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