helgi
09-24-07, 07:58 PM
He inherits his master's title
Upon the battle field
Guess the master's title
And the servant has to yield,
And perchance to guess the master
And make the master kneel
Then better guess the master
Or guess the battle field
Birds are many
and varied in kind
Some perch on a branch
Some perch on a line
But frighten them off
And one stays behind
Perched on a branch
And perched on a line
Or perchance he has left
His perches behind
To be found with another bird
Resting entwined
But the two birds in fact
Are not of a kind
And the kind of the first
Is ths riddle in mind
The most faithful servants cheat their reflections
Except in the house of God
Where the servants keep the mirror strict
While the penitent master nods
Upon the battle field
Guess the master's title
And the servant has to yield,
And perchance to guess the master
And make the master kneel
Then better guess the master
Or guess the battle field
Birds are many
and varied in kind
Some perch on a branch
Some perch on a line
But frighten them off
And one stays behind
Perched on a branch
And perched on a line
Or perchance he has left
His perches behind
To be found with another bird
Resting entwined
But the two birds in fact
Are not of a kind
And the kind of the first
Is ths riddle in mind
The most faithful servants cheat their reflections
Except in the house of God
Where the servants keep the mirror strict
While the penitent master nods