The Twilight Moor

Gazing out upon dusky barren moor, Where gray grass grasps the air Finding no purchase but sad allure Straight stalks elapse their endless despair. Teased by tales of golden reach Tricked by gales, whose song they preach. Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky, Maroon lips who kiss the grass Stirring the song, its desperate sigh Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass Behind her, midnight shadow draws Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws Scarlet tears dampen the earth below Nurture the roots held by dusty truth Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow The hawk once, now the fountain of youth. Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare, Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.