Mirror Of Athellos Poem by Maurice Rowlands

Could it be the heat of the desert that I can only feel?
A feeling, never to be accomplished
Walk slowly, my friend
Walk slowly

Could it be the warming breath of the dragon?
It doesn’t begin to melt the ice, I’m afraid
Tread carefully, my friend
Tread carefully

Could it be the slyness of the fox that is stopping me?
Step into the light, avoid the shotgun
Creep quietly, sweet thing
Creep quietly

Could it be the claws of the hawk?
Try not to be her quarry
Go ahead, brave one
Go ahead

Could it be the snow at the top of the mountain?
Does it give you a warm feeling?
Climb carefully my sweet
Climb carefully

Stare into the Mirror of Athellos
Let it free your darkened heart
Run quickly, my friend
Run quickly

Don’t look back
As the mirror
Will take

Your soul