On the Road To Vezalay Part 3

Along The Road To Avalon The journey long and full f thought, of values gained and lessons taught. Of what I wanted and what I had, a quest of honour that turned so sad. I entered the woods with a heaving heart, eight long years since the journey start. Yet I see the trees and leaves as yesterday, the birds sweet melody and how the fox did play. The sun through the branches danced, blossom fell and young deer pranced I approached where we once lay, nought a sound as bluebells sway. I dug a trench and broke my lance, shed my armour , dismissed its worth, covered them with petals and finally with earth. I made a cross from sword and hilt, the blood now gone and free from guilt. As I knelt in prayer I felt the strangest stare, I turned and caught the eye of a boy with golden hair. She said you would return, the old ways you would spurn. I come here every day, sit and watch the shadows play. He came and sat beside me, his eyes searched not knowing quit what to see. Did you find what you wanted he said, what I wanted I already had. As he leant forward his tunic came apart, and there I saw the star above his heart. She, this woman I said, my mother he said. She is waiting and has been always. But why did she run away, you had a destiny to fill, questions and answers to find, A sense of duty to all else blind. He took my hand we walked and talked. The sun was strong it warmed our backs, as we walked those twisting winding tracks in the woods of Avalon