Hounds (Rhymer 7)



Twilight sank like stone
In the dwindling afternoon
And slowly drained the light away,
As furtive dark seeped slowly in;
In the shadow of the trees
That strained at City edge,
Eyes gleamed, like coals,
In vigil for the thinker,
Whose thoughts, word spoor,
Had led it here.
Twin gleaming arcane orbs,
That saw both here and there,
And trod the lines long blurred between,
In search for satiation,
Fare for the Faerie Queen,
In word or verse or music made,
Where magic lingered still,
Despite the long years past,
And faeries long retreat
From fire and irons domain.

© Greg Richards

7th Poem in my Rhymer Chapbook

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