Standing
at The Gates of Dawn
waiting
for the Shadows of Dark.
Faceless,
Headless,
Daughters of Time
stand mockingly in line
at The Gates of Zaron
where the Lord lays
ages past,
comes wandering from the dark
at last.
Thro’ shards of flickering light
rides the Golden Knight
as Liquid Acrobats dance forever
Listening
to the far off cries
helplessly,
helplessly,
drifting across the skies.
There, in the Woodland green
stands the Elfin Queen
looking so fair
with stars in her hair
Hideous forms
crawl
from under the deadwood
Bitter-sweet are the dreams
of the Salamander
as the Imperial Wizard
stands alone
overlooking transparent life.
Stewart Guy
Illustration Nick Victor