Intimations of Gwynfyd

Greencroft ValleyIn shadows between trees
I see an otherside to the vale.
Minstrels haunt the leaves.
The silver shine of a fairy trail
Brings untold wisdom
From the pale realms of bliss.
An endless plain of spirits
Shifts between life and death
My other selves amidst them
In a dance that knows no rest
Until ending time’s carnival
The white son of mist steps
From truth’s cold sun.


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