Distant Horns Are Blowing
The distant horns are blowing, hooves are pounding
Deep in the heart of the woods a clearing ringed by ancient Oaks
Rays of sun filtered languidly through the trees
The quiet of the sanctuary , a familiar soothing sound
Evening arrived with a hint of cooking
drifting from the kitchens of the grand house
The crescent of the moon cast her siver light upon the water
The scent of her filled his nostrils, sweet and wholesome
Singing a lullaby,her voice soft and sweet
She ruffled the strings of the harp
A moments silence, while all held their breath,
Then her voice began again,strong and melodious
After feasting,the noise died down,
Jugglers and acrobats appeared
Singing tales of quests and unyielding triumph.
The candlelight catching the sheen of their brows
A team tried,tested and never found wanting
A beautiful valley, Lords and Ladies dressed in
Red linen and golden silks bowing majestically
The fire flickered and blue flames danced above
The Chalice , a log fell in a shower of sparks
Masts bending and creaking with the bulging sails
Catching the sunlight before disappearing behind
glittering green waves
A bird bejewelled with feathers of the rainbow
Grey waves curling to meet them deep in the silence of the ocean
Copyright © Mariana Pavlich | Year Posted 2008
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