Graybeard Don Tivar
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In memory of Don Tivar Moondragon. Someday this song may have a tune, but only when I'm able to get through it without crying.
Do you see the greybeard, leaning against the wall Watching the younglings fighting in the practice hall? That'd be Don Tivar, the first to serve our Queens And if you give him a moment, he'll teach you what fighting means. For any who dare ask to learn, he'll draw his sword and dagger His voice is calm, his drills precise, and you'll find he's not a nagger. And though you spend an hour with him you'll barely the surface scratch His knowledge of the fighting arts no library can match. Do you see the greybeard, leaning against the wall Watching the younglings fighting in the practice hall? That'd be Don Tivar, the first to serve our Queens And if you give him a moment, he'll teach you what service means. The cloak he wears is flamboyant, but always check the hems You'll find that they do drip with blood, red as glittering gems. Each moment we spend Dreaming, another drop is shed Yet when a cry for help is heard, Don Tivar lifts his head. Do you see the greybeard, leaning against the wall Watching the younglings fighting in the practice hall? That'd be Don Tivar, the first to serve our Queens And if you give him a moment, he'll teach you what honor means. Many speak of honor, so I'll tell you what I mean In this hall the peacocks fight, but rarely is a pigeon seen. Against the wall leans a grey old crane, some say too old to fight Oft ignored, and yet you'll see he comes here- every night. For he does know that upon this field, teachers are rare and few And someone must sharpen the pigeon's claws if they are to fight with you. Did you see the greybeard, leaning against the wall Watching the younglings fighting in the practice hall? That was Don Tivar, the first to serve our Queens And I pray someone will find the strength to lean where his shadow leans. |
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