I hail the morn a yew tree sang
to spray his dust of ruby and rose.
A fairy girl bowed; her garb was sun
She blest iron soil that hags once cursed
and woke the lakes with voice of silk
so I might gaze at high wars won
to shield this realm for souls in love
who fell the ghouls as light beams fire.
Wow!! Your use of language is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteSo glad you found my blog so that I could find yours.
You are a very very very good poet!!!