R
Robert Harrison
Guest
BEFORE DAWNING
TWAS ON A FROSTY MORN THAT I TOOK
MY WALK TO EARLSWOOD LAKES.
IT WAS AT AN EARLY HOUR THAT I WALKED,
LONG BEFORE THE WORLD AWAKES.
FIELDS SPARKLED IN THE MOONLIGHT
AND TREES WERE BOWED WITH HORE.
T'WAS SOLITUDE THAT I SORT AFTER,
NOT THE COMPANY OF A PRATTLING BORE.
WITH FACE BURRIED DEEP IN COLLAR,
BREATH SPREADING MIST UPON THE AIR.
I LOOKED ACROSS DEEP DARK WATERS
TO WHERE TREES STOOD STARK AND BARE.
AND ME THOUGHT THAT I SAW THE GHOST
OF A LEGION, ENCAMPED BY A GHOSTLY FIRE,
AND THE GLINT OF ROMAN SHORT SWORDS
READY TO BATTLE WITH LOCAL SIRE.
THE MOON BUILT A SILVER CHARRIOT WAY,
ACROSS THE DARK,STILL QUIET MERE,
TO BE TRAVELLED TO THE REALMS OF GLORY
BY THE FAIR QUEEN BODACEA.
TWAS ON A FROSTY MORN THAT I TOOK
MY WALK TO EARLSWOOD LAKES.
IT WAS AT AN EARLY HOUR THAT I WALKED,
LONG BEFORE THE WORLD AWAKES.
FIELDS SPARKLED IN THE MOONLIGHT
AND TREES WERE BOWED WITH HORE.
T'WAS SOLITUDE THAT I SORT AFTER,
NOT THE COMPANY OF A PRATTLING BORE.
WITH FACE BURRIED DEEP IN COLLAR,
BREATH SPREADING MIST UPON THE AIR.
I LOOKED ACROSS DEEP DARK WATERS
TO WHERE TREES STOOD STARK AND BARE.
AND ME THOUGHT THAT I SAW THE GHOST
OF A LEGION, ENCAMPED BY A GHOSTLY FIRE,
AND THE GLINT OF ROMAN SHORT SWORDS
READY TO BATTLE WITH LOCAL SIRE.
THE MOON BUILT A SILVER CHARRIOT WAY,
ACROSS THE DARK,STILL QUIET MERE,
TO BE TRAVELLED TO THE REALMS OF GLORY
BY THE FAIR QUEEN BODACEA.
