The Sage (Young Girls' Dream) - Poem by Warren Atherton
An eastern wind in merry dance
Scoured the vale in lively prance.
To a rising Orb of yellow-gold
Which cast its light across the fold,
And set the vale aglow,
In the realm of Tillanho.
Fell golden leaves from crystal trees
That swirled around amid the breeze.
A caverns mouth with stardust shone
For eyes who sought the magic one,
And hear of knights to battle-go
When young was he and Tillanho.
In shimmering mists of pearly-white,
Incanting all his ancient might,
And casting spells of alchemy -
The midas touch of wizardry,
The old Sage veiled the sky
In Lapis Lazuli.
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