The Kings of Dawn



Will the Kings of Dawn

Ride out

Sounding their horns of mist

Through the owl-winged light

Clad in their bright

Cloaks of rain

Encircling the hills of destiny

On horses of windwild mane

Calling forth the clear-hearted lands

Of eternity

Giant countries

Of sacred standing stones

Of sky-eyed wolves

Of heroes

And fairies

And swift-pawed dragons

Who leap across

The cloud-lit chasms

Of eons

Now long gone

Yet meant to shine again


From the silver ashes of the dark

Arise anew

The glad ringing hooves

Of the kings of dawn


Written around 1996

Photo: © Elenica |

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