The
great Bran died today (21/11/2014)
Beware satisfied dwellers of the
otherworld,
beware you daisy-chewers, you bare-foot
wanderers,
you locals who roam the green fields at
leisure
slowly forgetting the time you held sway ‑
beware I tell you, for great Bran comes
your way.
He shaped this country. He gave it a dream,
even though His own head was severed,
he brought arts into the light ‑ and for
the young
gave out visions of a life to lead, of
stories to tell,
tales of ink and canvas, of stage and film as
well.
Oh, he was a great man who stirred the
sleepers
of this Old Land; A Land so long asleep the
people
thought it was all new and sparkling, and I
think not
that he has passed for his words can still
be heard
and if we take time to listen he will protect
us yet.
A great man has taken his last breath in
this world
and we behind who breathe and dream will
remember him,
the young giant who called us out as he
strode the landscape,
daring us to have aspirations, to battle
with ourselves, to take
up the challenge and become the glorious
beings we might be.
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