Crisp, clean air carries clear reminders,
surrounds moisture-constructed rainbows
at which we once ran and jumped
to tempted touch of fading lights.
Here and now the leaded glass is finer,
she is a proud mistress to behold,
but the old stone is thicker
chilling secrets wrapped in danger.
Where strangers and whispers visit ~
shadows arise,
silencing songs
that long for dancers.
How many? Too many have not returned
through the tangled web of truths;
and the dead speak:
promises and premonitions of red moats to run;
confusion spreads a smothering fear
like brie on bread…
that courage lacks
the strength to stand.
Over parapets and valleys, weaving through woods
my voice shall rise and sing
of heroes held within the old tongue,
enchantments of glory and honor,
of rainbows still to shine,
of gardens full of children,
of love brighter than the shadows
that whisper lies in the night.
I play my part in valor; and play it well:
Strengthening the heart driven hand
of every sharpened sword
My lady sends forth.
A contest entry
- Winklings and Allpoetry Friends. #99 Fantasy Worlds by Lyndon.
3000 points, ended July 25, 2008, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Such a journey through this land that I somewhat wish to join. Shall I ever be able to? Unfortunately not, but lovely with it's beautiful sweetness! -
So very very pleased to see a shiny trophy on this superb verse. Well done. Congratulations.
~Pamela 
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The Keep ... yes, poet.
Certainly the safest part of as castle under siege.
I loved the pared, clean language. It is refreshing to read poetry that is not decorated.
Understatement lends strength and you certainly have the gift of good poetry.
There is a suggestion towards the end of a second agenda; still romantic, perhaps, but very much of the present. I fell that this poem is excellent.
Lyndon of the Winklings.
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To be the stronghold, the port in the storm for all those questioning moments does indeed present a bit of fantasy with elements of hope to hold on to.
A different take on the prompt in this very mature, sensitive, and romantic verse. Excellent entry. Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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Thank you for taking the time to enter the contest. I hope you had fun writing for it.
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WOW!!! I so enjoyed this piece.
I read it a few times and each time I was able to pick a new direction. I love poems I can do that with.
Your words flow wonderfully through the metaphore.
The second stanza spoke volumes to me. But that was a personal cord.
I get the sense of perserverance through what love throughs our way. Or what the female shall through at you
Some fall victim while others hold there tongue and sail through with honor. 
I hope I am not to far off the mark here.
Excellent Job here and best of luck to you in the contest.
Delila
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