The Disappearing Vision
On the coldest night that I can remember
I sat by the fire and stared at the embers.
Within the dancing loveliness I saw
A mystic dance that can charm us all.
Ancient beings twirled round and round
As the new king was being crowned.
Around him sang the birds and fairies
On his head a crown of thistle and berries.
His eyes shone bright with an ecstatic smile
For he knew that peace would last awhile.
A breath of wind blew through the door
And I didn’t see the king anymore.
Was it an ancient memory that I had seen?
Or maybe just another worldly being.
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