Imagine if you will....
A meadow in the morning of the first day of solstice,
just as the twin moons rise over the Spine of the world
showing their faces to each other as they catch the first
light of their brother sun between them. All is peaceful,
all is right in this world before the coming of the war.
Imagine if you wish...
A Girl resting from her walk among the long grasses,
on her back as she studies the fading of the night
as the clouds catch the dew and place it down around
her caught in the moment before the gentle start of
what will soon become the steady mist of rain.
Imagine if you can...
A horse, the Horse as it gallops over the crest of
the hill that has just stopped being the Evergreen
moor. The earth and sod report it passing along with
the dull thunder of the hooves plowing through its
wake like a wave announcing the arrival of a ship
down to the sunlit shore.
Imagine if you dare...
A Boy running after his mount since he slipped
from it while daydreaming about meeting a girl
on that hill from before. His armor is new and practically
unused, his courage has been abused, his patience
is wearing out as fast as the soles on his old boots
That was what is was like the day before
that was what it could have been if not
for the darkness and strife that follows
in the path of the doom that travels by
horse and tears and raindrops down,
down on all our hopes and dreams
wiped away by the lasting laughter
of that frightful villain whose name
will be mentioned once more.
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