Mists of Time
By Linrose
Mists have fallen over Avalon, Ancient voices have ceased to exist; Wind whistling through moors echoes a time - When the Old Ways ruled before the mist. Red, red roses released their perfume - Whispering - remember the Old Ways. Incantations cracked silence of air - While potions potent released their spells; Dances in moonlight around old oaks, Visions seen in the water of wells. Red, red roses released their perfume - Whispering - remember the Old Ways. Lady of the Lake - gone forever, Merlin and Morgaine - silenced in mist, Swirling memories of arcane rituals, The Old Ways gone - to be reminisced. Red, red roses released their perfume - Whispering - remember the Old Ways. Dreams interweave with reality - Spiriting me towards the ancient past, Haunting images of Avalon, The Holy Isle has my soul held fast. Red, red roses release their perfume -– Whispering - you remembered at last. Written March 3rd, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 08:47 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Mists have fallen over Avalon,..."