FAIRYTALE, part 4
Mount here this rage, lo, fiery red,
Take eye of fallen clan.
Within the cage wherein the dead
Throw dice in wage of man.
Armor yet donned in tarnished lieu
Of silent reverie.
Sanctity pawned till all left true
Falls before Destiny.
By vision smote, by dream laid waste,
The nomad heeds the call.
Ever remote by hands of haste
Bleeds the judgements of all!
The desert coals calling once more,
For skin from barren feet.
Upon one soul's lifelong deplore
Of Love's timeless deceit.
There wanders lost till forest shade
Quells the river of pain.
Suffers the cost of each vow made
To sweet lips kissed in vain.
Till deepest brown meshed softest green,
Peaceful magic implies.
Must stand, renown, before the queen
Of heaven's ceaseless cries.
Till passions sweep across the floor
The fragrance of romance.
Till lovers weep to hold once more
A choice over a chance.
No more a Prince, no more a King,
No steed of gothic hue.
Forever, hence, all heart shall sing,
Of Love found ever true.
For all behind was dark and drear,
And all before was night and fear.
How many hours of night or day
In those suspended pangs I lay,
I could not tell; I scarcely knew
If this were human breath I drew.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 04-06-2000).]