When
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
When
From the silver ashes of the dark
Arise anew
The glad ringing hooves
Of the kings of dawn
Written around 1996
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