The Dance Begins

On this
the twilight of the longest night of the year
the longest night of Kryslin’s life
he is here

Manjag the Metamagician

Dressed in finery reminiscent Remedios Varo
the essence of class and style
He appears amused

She discovers that she is standing in a vast green meadow
under a sky clear and cold
a sky dominated by a westering sun
a sun spilling flame and fire across the horizon

One last holy conflagration before the coming night
She drinks it till she is full of the light

Without speaking he lifts a hand and beckons
quietly motioning for her to follow
They walk east toward the tree line

She hesitates before crossing the boundary
before giving herself over to the shadows under the canopy of trees
Hesitates – caught between the call of the journey and the cost
He pauses
lets her take her time

She says
“I am so enamored by the stars
that I can never fear the dark.”
takes his hand
and crosses into the endless sky under the trees

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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