The Guild Fanucci

Whereever
© 2005 George Reed
Wherever you will be out upon the sea
Of life, my best joins you there.
Wherever you may come when your day is done
Many smiles may you share.
Out upon the sea or to landward be
You will never be alone.
Flying far and free you will always see
A path leading you back home
For the Sun knows […]

In these days of new crusades, perhaps a song about the old ones is appropriate…
Where
© 2005 George Reed
Tell me Where? Where is my son?
Wherever has he gone? Whatever have you done?
I raised him from a boy into a man, you see.
Now his no more, but a fading memory.
For ten and seven summers he ran and […]

What grain of sand
© 2005 George Reed
What grain of sand caught in the wind was last to spy him there…
What gust of wind on bitter plain ran to the bitter glare…
What glare shone forth in morning long when harrowed was the day…
What day was this whose needful deeds took a friend away…
How many are the […]

It came to pass that at a Candlemas event held one snowy Valentines day in the southern reaches of the Middle Kingdom, there was a great auction where many laurels of the land had donated wares and crafts and commissions to allow the King’s travels to better continue.
Midway through this venture, an item came up […]

Traveling
© 2005 George Reed
Traveling the north roads a vision came to me.
Caravans lead onward to where such visions be.
Caravans brought magic forth in every form.
All the stuff in legends told by winter fire warm.
A look at where I’m going, a glance at where I’ve been.
A view with crystal clarity, outside looking in.
Many folk will gather […]

It’s Eliane’s fault, even if I started it eleven years before I met her
Viking Rap
© 2005 George Reed
I’m a home boy viking and I like to row…
I get in the longship and away we go
gonna hit the shore by a saxon village
remember to burn AFTER we pillage uh huh..
Well the summer voyage didn’t go that […]

Well, it was a great weekend for running away to KW Cooks and Bards in Sunny Windhaven. The hospitality of the North lived up to legend, and it was a rare gathering of friends old and new. In proper faheud fashion, the thank you is written in song….
The Wheel
© 2005 George Reed
And the Wheel…slowly turns, […]

Tapestry
© 2005 George Reed
See the curtain drifting down
Bringing shadowed embrace around
Soft darkness at end of play
Silent statue on the stage
Silent actress, moment clear
From her heart-song giving dear
From the heart each moment made
A time of magic in the day
Tapestry…Mystery….keeping silent through centuries
Folding velvet to rise again
Light upon the actress then
Light upon the secret smile
Now she feels […]

Summer Swept
© 2005 George Reed
Summer fades giving way–time of lesser things…
Dreaming of a sail upon a sea of which I sing.
Cloak of night with out a fight enfolding gentle arm
Isn’t this a foolish wish standing where you are?
Morrow comes, even done, dawn will have its due.
Smile softly if you must, it will still be true.
Children […]

Silver
© 2005 George Reed
Pen wrought of silver, heart spun out of gold
Spirit shining in a song ever far from cold
Heart calling, tears falling, summer-swept and rare
Every moment written as if the reader there.
Story told of legend, tapestry you weave.
I only have but to hear and I must believe
Wheel turning, soul yearning just to understand
How yon […]