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2 Jul 2006 @ 08:10
a place where myth and magic dwell
The Mists of Avalon
In the mists of lost Avalon
By the lonely forgotten waters
Memories have e’er slipped
From a past too oft forgotten
Hidden from death battle roar
Fly safely to harbor mist
Slide into black waters flow
Raised hand and wooden oar
Magic runes and incantation
Leads the fading hero’s heart
Left hiding in darkness’ gloom
An enchanted island’s resurrection
In the mists of green Avalon
Excalibur rises not again
Now lost is the Isle so fair
Forever from our sight is gone
Seek you penance to nobler kings?
He will elude your desperate gaze.
For he dwells inside your soul
And needs only love to give him wings
Marissa A Spencer
© March 20, 2003
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3 comments
2 Jul 2006 @ 09:12 by vaxen : Here, here!
A Spencer, a Spencer!
She veils her light
Yet still shines
Wine of re-membering
Faded glance
Faded kiss
Bliss to be
In the Arms
She weeps me
2 Jul 2006 @ 20:20 by blueboy : Oooh, Marissa,
have you read the (whole) book; "The Mists of Avalon"? Ahhhh, what a book: what a Story!...what wonderful images it stirred up in one's Soul!
4 Jul 2006 @ 05:37 by skookum : not read it yet
i shall have to.. !
hugs
marissa
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