The Elder’s Tale
©2008 ~ Anna
By and by, the night would grow
and outside winter winds would blow.
We would gather, round flickering flame,
listening to tales that have no name.
With eager eyes and young faces,
listening to stories of far off places
of villains weak and heroes bold,
and dragons that guard mountains of gold.
We sat there silent, in the night
until the coming of morning light.
Enrapted by kings just and fair
by maidens with starlight in their hair.
But years have passed, we have grown
long gone are the nights when the fires shone.
The children are adults - with a world of cares,
they have no time for fireside scares.
But on a day, long from now
when deeps eyes look from under snowy brow.
We will sit beside flickering flame
and tell our own tales, which have no name.
By and by, the night will grow
and outside winter winds will blow
children age and they will grow old
and look back on the days when they first heard told.
Tales of villains weak and heroes bold,
dragons who guard mountains of gold.
Tales of kings ruling just and fair
maidens with starlight in their hair.
They will sit, silent in the night
until the coming of morning light,
listening to an elder tale
until the dark sky becomes pale.
And in the watches of the night,
under moon and cool starlight
of far of places they will dream
and all will be well.
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