David Harris Fantasy Poems

I, Centaur gallop on wind and fire
Across the meadows, across the mire
While demons in unearthly rage
Bellow from their burning stage
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The mad piper played the hornpipe
in the evening mist near the fairy glade
and water sprites dances across the lochs waters.
The monster roared from the depth below
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As we walk through
our fields of fantasy
that our hearts desire,
a place where our tormented soul
...

The crack of the thunder
broke the silence of the day,
and then the rains came
and washed everything away.
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