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    Ballads of Loss and Woe
    Ballads of Loss and Woe
    Ballads of Loss and Woe
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    Ballads of Loss and Woe

    By Morgan Scott

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    Every ascent is met with a descent. After reaching the pinnacle, basking in achievements and joy, an unforeseen force can bring it all crashing down. Life’s unpredictable blows can dismantle our realities, leaving behind a trail of questions and broken dreams.

    As the facade of life dissipates, pillars once deemed steadfast vanish, and we’re left grappling with the remnants. The author revisits the starting point, navigating a world shaped by revelations, torn between passion and profound pain.

    In his signature surreal narrative style, he paints a vivid picture of his transformed reality: a tumultuous terrain of emotion. This collection delves deep into themes of grief, betrayal, and existential sorrow. When life thrusts you into an unfamiliar realm, do you question if it’s all just a grand illusion?

    From melancholic poems and heart-wrenching tales to soulful songs, this is a journey through the darkest corridors of a wounded heart. These are the words from the depths of despair, a testament to the fragile human spirit.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAustin Macauley Publishers
    Release dateDec 8, 2023
    ISBN9781035816163
    Ballads of Loss and Woe
    Author

    Morgan Scott

    Scott Morgan is writer of poetry, fiction, and magical philosophy. He currently resides in his hometown of Newton Aycliffe, in the north-east of England.

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      Ballads of Loss and Woe - Morgan Scott

      About the Author

      Scott Morgan is writer of poetry, fiction, and magical philosophy. He currently resides in his hometown of Newton Aycliffe, in the north-east of England.

      Dedication

      In loving memory of K.M. and E.M.

      Copyright Information ©

      Scott Morgan 2023

      The right of Scott Morgan to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.

      Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.

      A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.

      ISBN 9781035816156 (Paperback)

      ISBN 9781035816163 (ePub e-book)

      www.austinmacauley.com

      First Published 2023

      Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd®

      1 Canada Square

      Canary Wharf

      London

      E14 5AA

      For

      All

      The Broken

      People change for two reasons

      Either their minds have been opened

      Or their hearts have been broken

      ‘Trusting people gets you killed…

      Loving people gets you hurt…

      Being real gets you hated…’

      For My Boy

      My sweet boy

      My baby blue

      Heavens arms

      Reach out, embracing you

      Lay your head down

      In eternal peace

      Run, fly and love

      In your everlasting sleep

      Your heart was too big

      You felt alone in the world

      Solitary and unsure

      Your voice would not be heard

      If you only knew

      How many cared

      You might not have left

      This world frightened and scared

      We will not get to see

      You grow year by year

      But all of us knew

      The good man you were

      My daft sweet boy

      With love we wish to smother

      You left a hole in my heart

      From which I will never recover

      As we gather here

      To say goodbye

      To brother, nephew, son and friend

      The apple of my eye

      We will always remember

      Your daft little smile

      The good times together

      If only for a short while

      In our hearts and memories

      You now forever reside

      With a touch of sadness

      But overflowing with joy and pride

      So, with love

      My little fella

      Evanski, my Evan

      When I reach my end

      I know we will meet again

      In Heaven

      Mrs T and the Knights of

      the Kitchen Table

      In the early hours, as we travel on the way to our training

      Our clothes become soaked, dampened with the raining

      We spy the castle-gates, where we could find safe harbour

      Within dry sanctuary where we could dis-armour

      With haste we clack our coconuts and sally forth

      And cross the moat into the fort

      The drawbridge is lowered, and we step inside

      We bundle indoors with bluster and pride

      Divest ourselves of wet and soiled coats

      Lady Lisa takes the scroll, reads the notes

      Announces our arrival by title and deed

      Of all our virtues hereby decreed

      First of all. the resident knight, Son of the queen

      With the largest of nostrils that all have seen

      Brave Sir Pete of the golden dream

      Second, we have Sir Rick the hairy

      With his quiff on point and head all peary

      To rescue many damsels, he deems necessary

      Third of the group Sir Scott the virtuous

      To keep all in the moment in consensus

      For all to be in a state of sensuous

      Fourth to enter Sir Ellwood of the teeth

      Many foes has he presented with a wreath

      His war cry crushes all beneath

      Fifth in order Sir Holland of the gringe

      Many of freckle and short of fringe

      Tiny of stature but large of cringe

      Sixth in line comes Sir James

      Keep the straight in life his only aim

      Keep the group one and the same

      Last of all we have the seventh to arrive

      Sir Jenkinson the foolhardy, lord of the jive

      His musical discs are sure to survive

      All announced we take our places around the table of glass

      Begin our discussions of what may come to pass

      Mrs T takes her place upon the throne, into the mirror stares

      The smoke from her berkely floating in the air

      Lady Lisa takes her perch beside her and slowly rocks

      As Mrs T gently combs and dries her locks

      The knights assembled each give their speeches

      Unto the queen they make their beseeches

      Mrs T listens to each in turn and gives her verdict

      The way to ease through the day without conflict

      Her platinum blonde hair frames her face

      As to each in turn she states her case

      All the knights listen with care and patience

      To her speech with admirations

      All assembled stand and take a bow

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