The following is a poem, a ballad about an absent character in Thunder Prime, Fog Island. This e-book version is an update to the first edition, The Ballad of Bawdy McClure, a sci fi about a future time when cloning has been used to populate the universe. One man and one woman search for the answers to what happened to Bawdy, a man in search of justice who lived a secret life. The e-book version, with typos corrected and a few minor changes to the original, is available at http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/291359 for $2.99.
The next e-book in this duo is slated for publication in mid-March. If you haven't read Fog Island don't worry. The second book stands on its own, but some references to characters from Book 1 pop up from time to time. Subscribe to "Write On" by entering your e-mail address in the box at the top of the right hand column and receive blog updates and news about the publication of Thunder Prime, Pella's Revenge.
Ballad of Bawdy McClure
Brian Michael McClure, a man of an age gone by,
Brian Michael McClure, a man of an age gone by,
Remained true to the Spirit and didn’t deserve to die.
There are those who go a wanderin’, their stories to unfold
This is the tale of such a man, a sad story I am told.
He stood for forgotten values and held loyal to each friend,
All who knew him mourned when he came to a tragic end.
Brian Michael McClure, a man of an age gone by,
Remained true to the Spirit and didn’t deserve to die.
“Bawdy” people called him, a man with a ready grin,
Fellows trusted him fiercely, and many fair maidens he did win.
His questing ways and steady charm brought people to his side,
He had an inner fire that proved his constant guide.
Brian Michael McClure, a man of an age gone by,
Remained true to the Spirit and didn’t deserve to die.
He believed in ultimate good and that Spirit held the lead,
If only each and all mankind would trust the Holy Seed.
Right would always out, he said, but knew the human mind
That leads some to evil ways their destiny to find.
Brian Michael McClure, a man of an age gone by,
Remained true to the Spirit and didn’t deserve to die.
He seemed so very open, a man easy to read,
But even such a heart can be made to bleed, and bleed and bleed.
The man beneath the surface was a mystery in many ways,
One none could unravel ‘til he reached the end of his days.
Brian Michael McClure, a man of an age gone by,
Remained true to the Spirit and didn’t deserve to die.
His twin in all but outward looks could not begin to understand,
And laid hope on a most intractable and stubborn man.
The two were on parallel paths, with vengeance in aevery pore,
But neither trusted the other, that’s the stuff of legend and lore.
Brian Michael McClure, a man of an age gone by,
Remained true to the Spirit, and for friendship he did die.
This story of a steady man with courage at the core
Takes him from this uncertain life to God’s eternal shore.
There is an inner fire that burns, an ever-flickering flame,
We enter life’s moments one way, but don’t come out the same.
There are those who go a wanderin’, their stories to unfold
This is the tale of such a man, a sad story I am told.
He stood for forgotten values and held loyal to each friend,
All who knew him mourned when he came to a tragic end.
Brian Michael McClure, a man of an age gone by,
Remained true to the Spirit and didn’t deserve to die.
“Bawdy” people called him, a man with a ready grin,
Fellows trusted him fiercely, and many fair maidens he did win.
His questing ways and steady charm brought people to his side,
He had an inner fire that proved his constant guide.
Brian Michael McClure, a man of an age gone by,
Remained true to the Spirit and didn’t deserve to die.
He believed in ultimate good and that Spirit held the lead,
If only each and all mankind would trust the Holy Seed.
Right would always out, he said, but knew the human mind
That leads some to evil ways their destiny to find.
Brian Michael McClure, a man of an age gone by,
Remained true to the Spirit and didn’t deserve to die.
He seemed so very open, a man easy to read,
But even such a heart can be made to bleed, and bleed and bleed.
The man beneath the surface was a mystery in many ways,
One none could unravel ‘til he reached the end of his days.
Brian Michael McClure, a man of an age gone by,
Remained true to the Spirit and didn’t deserve to die.
His twin in all but outward looks could not begin to understand,
And laid hope on a most intractable and stubborn man.
The two were on parallel paths, with vengeance in aevery pore,
But neither trusted the other, that’s the stuff of legend and lore.
Brian Michael McClure, a man of an age gone by,
Remained true to the Spirit, and for friendship he did die.
This story of a steady man with courage at the core
Takes him from this uncertain life to God’s eternal shore.
There is an inner fire that burns, an ever-flickering flame,
We enter life’s moments one way, but don’t come out the same.
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