Avalon

On the borderlands they knew her

the Lady in Blue,

she who flew beyond all they knew.

The dreaming body

sculptured light

the enraptured wing

of poetic flight,

the setting sun, a plain of fire

an ancient race that dared inspire

a glimpse into another realm.

In Gesti’en they knew her well

upon the great planes she cast her spell,

I fell

In love there first

a radiant burst

of joy,

that all there knew well,

for many had fallen beneath her spell.

She travelled east to Miat’en

the rolling green hillocks

and dandelion flocks

like an ocean

along the borderlands,

replete with colourful native folk

who often spoke

with tittery voices

of the passing of Avalon!

Tul’en, the great manticore veldt

estranged

with their silvered city arranged

in concentric meaningful hoops

and resplendant spiralling loops,

Selveh Sulah, the grand

stand

alone upon a plane

and strain for all the silver

she sighed

and knocked the great loops aside

so great was her spell.

Westward next

by devils vexed

and the high forests of Grins’en.

There she quite fell apart

as an even great spell upon her heart

was cast

to last

for her entire stay

but there too they knew her well

for often would she play

and there, in secret, cast her spell.

She came to Morvi’en

Laughing free

and there did see

a darkling light

in the jungles bright,

that would undoubtedly set her free,

though no-one knows

and she rarely shows

the vision of her journey there

nor of how her soul did fare,

but, tis said

that even there

beneath the jungles cowering shell

that even there

they knew her spell.

Back south through forests light

she continued her legendary, learning flight

into the great valley of Sali’en

and it was there that then

there was war from the bay

Uven’en enmeshed in bloody fray

with a force dark from beyond the sea

a force before which all would flee.

There did she cast her sharpest spell

and all before her screaming fell

as they heard her voice

an unspoken choice,

between life to live

and hell.

So there too they knew her well.

And so now back she travels to her mountain home

Lihol’en,

from which this poem

is delivered true

to the girl who flew

beyond all they ever knew

into a land come to know her well

a land fast beneath her spell.

Come home, little sister, come home.