The Bend

There's a kink in the path Where the bluebells grow Strong, full of spice and sweet Where the witches and the wizards cast their spells, I know And the elves feel safe to meet There's a bend in the river Where the waters run deep And the vines harsh thirst is fed Where dry grapes can burst in pleasure and folly; The valley can sing in a glory of red There's a camber to the hill Where a palace can hide The fair princess in her tower Where she grows and she learns how to bloom with pride 'til she's ready to surge with power There's a twist to the tale Where the storyteller revels And the moral and the essence should lie Where pure evil sinks deep, The good win out; it's death to the Devil While the cherubs can fly Just off the beaten path Where dreams are allowed to survive Away from the trodden and mundane Maybe that's where we poets should thrive