The Oath

©Darius of the Bells (Don Riney)



My hands, Bid you direct them,
My voice, will sing your story
My heart will seek your gentleness to temper passing Glory
My eyes and ears stand open I ask you now to lead
And My blood will pay your Ransom should ever you have need

A promise kept is passing though written into stone
Yet an oath I give is binding in my blood and in my bone
I would give no oath yet lightly for it's letter I will keep
Should I toil long past twilight whilst others dream in sleep

I would walk the pilgrims' longest road, if my liege but ask me go
If sent unto a barren field their harvest would I grow
I would stand the coldest watch at night, that none my liege shall harm
And to find humility in service their stockings I would darn

I would give both fame and honor. In action, word, and deed
And should my liege speak but a word, their biding will I heed
And thus is now my verse this day, these words I hold as true
I hold them to my heart and soul, in all that I would do.

My hands, Bid you direct them My voice, will sing your story
My heart will seek your gentleness to temper passing Glory
My eyes and ears stand open I ask you now to lead
And My blood will pay your Ransom should ever you have need



Darius' note: This poem was written based on the oath of fealty I swore to Miestress Eowyn ferch Rhys as her Apprentice.