Literature
Wyrad: The Song Of The Carnival Troupe
(254 Words)
Oh, lift the pole and close the seams,
hold fast the rope and pull the beams,
though storm may rage and night will fall,
still many hands will raise this wall.
Oh, canvas large and lantern bright,
keep us, travelers, through the night,
wheel through mud on roads in rain,
still we will build this tent again.
Oh, hammer loud and timber strong,
no one builds in dark alone,
when the old tent does not hold,
we make a new one out of gold.
Oh, drive down the nail and turn the key,
to make the ring for you and me;
Wood may splinter; hands may ache,
still this circus’ will won’t break.
And when the storm has torn the ground,
And when a lost one can’t be found,
We sing the path under their feet,
And lay the threads so we will meet.
Not applause and no command,
It’s only hand against warm hand,
It’s our work with wheel and flame,
And our troupe that speaks your name.
Oh, raise the voice and raise the heart,
It’s never ending, always start,
Where the wounded learned to stay,
We
