Before the Gates of Alahsar - 2nd Version - 1

"Before The Gates Of Alahsar," By, Michael .P. Clarke. Full Version. Bardic style. Chapter..........1..........Part..........1..........1. Come now, my Lords and Ladies, listen now to the tale I shall tell, the ancient tale of the dreamland, of Alahsar, I lay before you. look now within your mind's eye, look on the golden gates to peaceful shrine, they stand in wonder, before a city of joy and peace, a most ancient jewel. I, your Bard, stand before you, my words, I am ready to sing, my beating heart of truth, it shall beat the tales cadence, as my words, I do speak. Oh, Alahsar, your dream forever sung, I lay it forth, following ancient texts, come now, my Lords and Ladies, listen to the tale my heart shall tell. Never, had there been dark, in Alahsar's jewelled kingdom, the sky afire, with a golden glow, in a night of lightened twilight, all night, this sun would lie low in the sky, a golden glory, this light of love, ever touching the beating heart of Alahsar. The sun did sparkle off golden pinnacles and minarets bejewelled, the sun, kissed gold so gently, and golden light did live, my Lords and Ladies, such a dazzling display of light effects, forth did come the rainbows of dream's desire. Upward, ran the virgin white, stone dwellings, of the city, they did tower to such heights, they reached for the heart of Heaven, open your minds to the vision, look upward, upward, ever upward, atop the great city, a golden palace, how that glory did shine. This was a golden beacon to all, that Alahsar did live, the city of dream, in its golden coat, arrayed, it did sing dream's song, from the golden gates below to the golden palace atop, peace and joy did reign, Alahsar, sing dreams song in majesty. On the first level, the dwellings of Alahsar's mighty armies, of the most sumptuous furnishings, they were arrayed, seem within your minds, soldiers dressed in such regal splendour, those on duty, they walk proudly. from dwellings to the mighty parapet walls. They all know nights of passion, in rooms of silken beauty, primal passion, emitting sighs and screams into the night communal wash areas were to the rear of these dwellings, they were behind high walls, built into the rock itself. To Be Continued...........