Look To The Fire
| Hilla Stormbringer |
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Written 10 May 2025 in memory of Morgana bro
Morganwg Her voice will speak the stories no more Her cup of mead has been drained Her chair beside the hearth is empty But look, look to the fire Now that she is gone Now that she is gone Who will tell the stories? Who will drink the golden mead? Who will fill the lonely chair? And who will look to the fire? Now that she is gone Now that she is gone For she was the life of the stories Her hand poured the cup of golden mead And hers was the honor-seat beside the hearth And she was the warmth of the fire And now she is gone And now she is gone Who will tell the stories? Who will drink the golden mead? Who will fill the lonely chair? Who will look to the fire? Now that she is gone Now that she is gone She will live in our stories Her memory in the golden mead Her welcome to the guest in the hearthside chair Her spark to light the bardic fire Now that she is gone Now that she is gone For we will tell the stories We will pour the golden mead We will fill the empty chair And we will light the fire in her honor She is never gone She is never gone |
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