Ring of Bright Water

Trails of allegiance and treachery,

a pathway both scathing and appealing;

like a lovers first kiss brings to life

veiled secrets...both mystical and real,

 

Somewhere deep in the unconscious recesses,

remembering a time when momentous, phenomenon

unfolded; leading to not just a deity...but one who waits

in the vortex of enchantment...beneath a clouded lake.

 

Vivianna; she has no fear...

but waits with sword in hand

for a king to come...who will

one day rule the land,

 

the warmth of his eyes

will be blind to truth,

through mist vague and

deceptive, there will be clues,

 

but even a fallible king may falter;

unsure of a woman's touch,

love...when evocative is so rich

and ripe, lusting like the fruit tree of life.

 

She...who's obscured; immerses herself

in the ripples of translucent heavenly bodies,

casting shadows reflect – as limbs contort;

devoid of frond but still animate,

 

her palm sweeps the rings of jewels

as they undulate, those stars will quash

any doubts; so she lingers...a relic to

relinquish to a destiny preordained.

 

His land a mission to rule,

it cannot be governed by magic alone...

but a blade more fierce than the sharpest sabre;

brandished in his honour, withdrawn from stone,

 

that he may see his kingdom prosper,

a declaration so honourable – herein

stands truth...so come royal noble,

be happy and glad...speak your message,

 

awaken your people with compassion

before it's too late; for in time – death

will come...signalling your souls flight

to its fate.