The Day Midwinter Bleak Became—Glance of The Bastard Sword

Listen to The Day Midwinter Bleak Became—Glance of The Bastard Sword by Richard Charles Stevens

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The bastard sword was plunged
Into the heart of the brave
Such could never hope to be undone
For this uninvited body blow had blotted out the sun
A once delighted course was well-nigh run

Unspoken oath had been betrayed
Poison tongue thrust deep the blade
Bled the leaves from cedar lane
And hence midwinter bleak became
Unspoken oath had been betrayed
Poison tongue thrust deep the blade
Bled the leaves from cedar lane
And hence midwinter bleak became

They painted him black
They painted him blue
They made him a monster
Betrayed their own truth
Bound by bled decree to be the villain of the piece
The kind of freak to make an exhibition of and leash

Friends don’t call friends predators
True friends request no evidence
That we are who we claim to be
And downright unashamedly
Friends don’t call friends predators
True friends request no evidence
That we are who we claim to be
And downright unashamedly

Love is all gristle when tough
Roses bear thistles when forcibly touched
Some of us are different from the others in the flock
Doesn’t make us monsters
Doesn’t mean we should be docked
Doesn’t mean we bear a grudge when shield to club we block
Often it’s the one remaining way to say “enough”

They painted him black
They painted him blue
They made him a monster
He safely withdrew
Deep down they knew of the truth to his flame
Knew the collude of each slew of disdain
Making him a monster may have fringed on inhumane
But such is simply how some children play

Tag! You’re it!
Now let’s all run away
Listen close and you may hear his heart scream as it breaks
Something more to hate equates to something less to love
Often it’s the one remaining way to say “enough”

If only they could turn the mirror back upon themselves
Then they would see the monster of their own denomination
This was no abomination
Straining crazy at the leash
Simply a pastiche of every preface dated masterpiece
If only they could see the strain of beast they had created
Then maybe they would not have been so keen to name and shame it
Play the part of judge and jury
Overruling plea
Execution less than cute
To make a good man destitute
All about collected dues
Leaving nothing left to lose
“He’s a monster!” cried the monsters
Furthering the wretched ruse
Curdling the version of events they so acerbically construed
Placing tumour in the rumour mill
Retreating then to view their kill
One more lunge should break his will
Twist his guts and make them spill
Scoop them up and take their fill
Then play the field and make another monster

Find another little boy to sponsor, woe betide, divide and conquer
Find another little boy to sponsor, woe betide, divide and conquer

The bastard sword was plunged
Into the heart of the brave
Bled the leaves from cedar lane
Of whence midwinter bleak became
Whence midwinter bleak became
Whence midwinter bleak became
Bled the leaves from cedar lane
Of whence midwinter bleak became

Yet he was no longer so glacial of touch
The blaze of his flame unashamed exclaimed such
They may have made him monster
And it only takes one pain to claim too much
But still this monster favoured love
Even when he chose to say “enough”
Such was simply nature of the beast
The kind of freak unique enough to keep
The kind of freak unique enough
The kind of freak unique enough
The kind of freak unique enough to keep
The kind of freak unique enough
The kind of freak unique enough
The kind of freak unique enough to keep

Unspoken oath had been betrayed
Poison tongue thrust deep the blade
Bled the leaves from cedar lane
And hence midwinter bleak became
Unspoken oath had been betrayed
Poison tongue thrust deep the blade
Bled the leaves from cedar lane
And hence midwinter bleak became
And hence midwinter bleak became
And hence midwinter bleak became

The kind of freak unique enough
The kind of freak unique enough
The kind of freak unique enough to keep
The kind of freak unique enough
The kind of freak unique enough
The kind of freak unique enough to keep
The kind of freak unique enough to keep

Such was simply nature of the beast
Such was simply nature of the beast
Such was simply nature of the beast
The kind of freak unique enough to keep

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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