The Shores Of Avalon
Current mood: refreshed
Rolling green hills,
with pastures of green.
That stretch from the hills,
and out to the sea.
Mist and shadows,
cover the Tor.
Useen Elves,
walk the shores.
Of a lipid blue lake,
with inky black hues.
Lush grasses grow from the water's edge,
there where Merlin initiated Nimue.
The ancients of ,
times gone by.
Songs from the fairies,
and ravens cry.
From the shadows she emerges,
the Goddess, the Queen.
Mystical enchantment,
She begins to sing.
Goddess of horses,
Goddess of the sea.
Brings forth to life,
all that shall be.
She parts the mist,
with but a wave of her hand.
And steps her foot,
upon dry land.
Wherever she steps,
new life grows.
In the Moonlight,
her long tresses flow.
She calls them to her,
the darkened mares.
Some are dark bay,
others with golden hairs.
To each she gives,
a vision, a dream.
To bring to us mortals,
who live so free.
Stomping and prancing,
shifting side to side.
Entranced by her beauty,
they can not hide.
The young ones come,
down to the water's edge.
To feast on the grasses,
until dawn it's said.
Wind in their manes,
as the run the shores.
Awaiting their dam's turn,
from dreams and lore.
Soft nickers of delight,
as She comes their way.
Cerridwen in all of her,
beautious array.
Written By: Ruth Anna Brown-Weems
Copy Right, All Rights Reserved October 24, 2006
