Lone Hunter on the Sea By Michael Sanders
As I approach this moment of
emperilment, I find myself in a moment
of relinquish.
Of neither Mana nor
black snow, be this decision for
it "was" of a lesser import.
On one side lie the eternal
shores of Avalon, with its many
blissful delights.
Being a man of metal
heart I found this path to be of a
fortitude pervious.
If at all these
stony gates I do construct.
Waiting on the other side I find a lone
Island of sweet mortal standing.
Ever so lonely
does the beautiful sparse vegetation stand
yearning for the company of this lone soul
Images of a great fortress flood my heart,
and scents of home waft by my nose,
and my fortress does get
built quickly and hastily.
Owing nothing to the world and nothing so self owned,
I chose the lone Isle
to be the base of my new residence,
and
within these thoughts I sought mine own Ill
suited peace.
I found the walls of my castle easy
to climb and bombast,
and the city as easily
sacked.
I found myself naked to the attacks
of Lancelot and Guinevere,
with sword and
silk glove at my throat.
In this I was pleased.
Eyes now wide, Avalon spreads itself
to engulf my razed Isle even as the ramparts
still fall.
As chaos rode around, calm stood
still within me. I sought peace as the
sun seeks rest,
I thought maybe in this
new mystical wonderful aisle would
peace now find me instead.
Till one day Avalon with her
sweet embrace vanishes, not a trace
of it ever existing beneath my boot.
And I find myself wishing for the
previously impenetrable fortress on
the beautiful lonely Isle.
Instead I find
My breath hard to take as the
sea finds my soul within its reach.
