Arrias and His Muse: Islands and Castles
A cool breeze, a brilliant Moon,
The mountains and forts slide by,
Glowing a brilliant white in Moonlight,
They glide silently across the sky.
Some are smaller, only small islets,
Other with towering mountains possessed,
Deep valleys and might castles,
One after another, they march in from the west.
Do those canyons hide more mighty castles,
And lords and ladies fair?
Or is that massive cleft between two spires
The site of a dragon’s lair?
Who are the people of these islands?
Kind and good and wise?
Or the lowest sort of men,
Ones you might easily despise?
Or are they just like us, a mix of bad and good,
In their mighty castles high,
As they float along in islands of white,
Adrift in a Moon-lit sky.
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October 14, 2024
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