For Morag or birdmatrix...

.....I read Morag's entry this morning on Live Journal and felt a great longing to give her comfort, a hug at the very least. I have not known her for a very long time but as I have observed her over the past year I have seen what a very great person she is. She is a devoted and true friend to those under her care. I have seen her give tireless service to Baroness Rosamund and am now witnessing the depths of her love for Julian. My hope is that when I am called upon by my friends that my service and love are equal to what she has shown can be.

....For Morag, in Spenserian Format...

From her high perch she watches fierce and strong.
Her sharp gaze pierces the deep gloomy night.
She's ward against all who would bring forth wrong,
To this man who fights his last valiant fight.

Her loud cry rings out true, declaring might.
A challenge bold to horsemen who arrive.
She will delay them as her will is right.
This man she protects surely must survive.

The love she projects will keep her alive.
Its power is felt in all who draw near.
As bees to flowers friends come to revive.
They drink of hope and put aside their fear.

This woman who is spirit of a crow.
Casts arrows of love from her mighty bow.

With Love as its Intent even in this poor verse, Arontius.