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