Keeper Of The Flame

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Written on some ancient Phrygian manuscript
Pages curled, brittle, edges bent, corner ripped
Thracian tale of love, sacrifice and derring-do
So succinctly said, so I will interpret it for you...



Written in a manner reminiscent of Anaximander
In the days before both Philip and Alexander
It becomes necessary to use a more modern style
As I relate the tale, come sit by me awhile....



His visage, chiseled as if from ancient stone
Stoic, starkly etched against Thracian sky
He stands atop a craggy hill, there all alone
While in his melancholic mind he begins to fly....



Meanwhile, in quiet village on the edge of Thrace
A young woman goes about her daily task
She was smooth of skin, exceedingly fair of face
But there was no smile behind her outer mask....



When her work was done, as the sun began to set
Down she goes to the cistern for nightly water need
It was first there her regal paramour she met
As he rode by to battle on lightly armored steed....



She placed the water bucket by her front door
Breathed a susurrous sigh as she freed her mind
Closed her eyes and slowly she began to soar
Among the clouds, leaving the world behind....



Sometimes in mountains high they would meet
Sometimes on flowering meadows by the sea
They loved to sit and watch the sunset greet
The darkness as it travelled across the lea....



When dawn arose chaotic amid lingering mist
While ocean boomed in eddies swirling into cays
They held tightly to each other, and kissed
Then she returned to life's mundanity of days....



For many days they would meet inside of dreams
Laughing, living, loving each and every trip
Soar the air or sail afar upon gossamer triremes
As into their cocoon of magic they would slip....
 


Then came the day he no longer could be found
And nowhere to be found was their maiden fair....
Not the slightest trace of him was anywhere around
While in her village everyone hunted everywhere



Into the realm of make believe they had ascended
They had become their dream and transcended
With the world of heavenly gods they had blended
And this, my friends, is where the story ended....

 


OCT 18 MMVIII ANNO DOMINI



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