Behind mithril clouds, the moon plays hide and seek,
The stars and I the only spectators to this heavenly chase.
As ebony silk laps at my feet and bathes my mind,
So far from home, I lay upon this Bala bank.
It is three AM eternal, for sleep and I are no longer friends but foe,
But tired eyes and weary limbs can’t dampen the energy this place instils.
I give my senses release as they feast on vixens screams and earthen smells,
Whilst a zephyr strokes my skin and keeps my soul at ease.
I would die here content, or live in bliss eternal and free,
No hurried moments, rushed affairs or demands to meet once here.
Just the slow moving brush of time, painting emotions toil upon my face,
A canvas sketched by fates beyond my understanding or call.
But the moon has finally conquered, a victor in its game,
As the mithril melts away from view, burnt by a dawning star.
Breaking day brings no real change, only the hue and the cry, but not I,
And I know that, when the time is right, once again on the Bala bank I’ll lie.
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