Matthew Brackley Poet Ballad

The Prince of the East Wind

The bringer of rain...... 
The bringer of typhoon........ 
Eastern moon........... 
Arriving soon.............. 

The lover of symbols and numbers 
Gold too.............. 
Awaking the Princess' slumbers 
A rondezvous................ 

For, the Prince of the East 
The great wind to blow 
The power inside........ 
The heart glow,,,,,,,,,,, 
is no trick.............. 
To the Princess of Magic 

The driving wind and rain, 
is not the same.......... 
As the love for all things in name 
The magic flame 
The spark 
Hidden in the dark 
Now revealed to all 
To be seen soon 
In the great hall 

A silken crown, 
bejewelled in gems the colour of sky 
Emerald and rubies too 
Eastern Wind sigh 
The Prince flew, 
towards the West, 
before the sun went down 


The journey was long, 
for the Kingdom lay very far into the East 
With a shower of wind and rain, 
he sped across the plain 
Hearing the call, 
of the Princess of Magic 
To arrive at the Great Hall 

East Wind Prince carried, 
jewels of every hue......... 
Silks and cloth too 
For, the Princess of Magic 
The girl to who he was to be married............ 
A wedding ring 
So beautiful, you could hear it sing 
Borne aloft by an Eastern Wind 

Eastern land......... 
Far beyond Samarkand 
passed desert land 
Eastern wind 
Wind and rain to be felt and seen, 
in the land of intense green

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