In the scars are the storiesA Poem by An owl on the moonWhy do I cling to mist?Why do I
cling to mist? These dreams of
dust and ash? Life is
woven in frail fabric Loose
threads of myriad colors Divine
tapestry of a thousand scars But in the
scars are the stories Endless
remembrances On one such
threaded glimpse Were
Gwenhwyfar and Lancelot Two flames
destined to fall Like stars
cascading from the skies Their story
still etched On the edge
of ancient places He only
wished to be Gwenhwyfar’s shadow Yet great
Camelot fell Why could
not Avalon save them? Why was
Merlin’s magic so feeble? Now weary
is this wanderer This wondering
Neverlander Waking into
a world of dying fire Into a
world of aching embers Echoes
enshrined immortal © 2017 An owl on the moonAuthor's Note
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