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Part 1.....
Enter. Do not hesitate. Come.
I wish to see you...closer.
Cold stones will warm...by
My fireplaces.
You are tired from your journey.
Wet from storms.
Be at ease...I see you now.
You have Royal bearing.
Your name is mine to know.
What brings you at this hour,
Deliberately. With purpose.
Nothing Royal is ever...lost.
You know to whom you speak.
You know this hall, this chair,
Stairs to your bedroom.
Careful, Royal Storm....
Nails of storms have come
With you this night...spells'
Nails are always sharpest
In the Darkness.
Part 2...
Lashing of wild branches at the window.
Casement-crawled with rain fingers
Pushing for entrance. Desperate.
The Royal Storm slept. In sleeping, dreamt
A castle-mountain, spelled in words, blood,
Never undone, trod, screaming skeletons
Down stairs sprinkled in rings, once-worn,
Shed, cast away in cackles, wild laughter.
Slept, was dreamt, reality not, but heard.
Had he given his eyes to the Quest, madness?
Left his Lady, questioning starkness, dark vision-
Formed beauty. He was no longer alone.
In dreaming, had formed the mistress in
Reality.
Morgana...threshold beauty.
Part 3
Gurgle as the babe, Royal one.
Now, before, evermore.
Sssssh. Your storm passed,
Quest done, Night gone.
You know my arms,
Lullabies...teaching.
Again, again, we begin
The years. Deliberate.
With Royal Purpose.
Ever you to herald
The Ages Prophecy,
'The King will return.'
Sssssh. My little one.
Born in haunted storm.
Re-birth in Faery Storm.
Morgana protects you, Arthur.
Nothing Royal is ever...lost.
elysabeth faslund
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