THE SWAN MAIDEN
THE SWAN MAIDEN A high lord thuds past glade and wood on his grey mare to greet the sage. Its stately hoof strikes a mossy oak root the jolt hurls Mera; his rent brow seeps. Eyes dim in swoon; wings gift him life he soars to realms where swan maids dwell. Glass halls beam stars; the holy birds chant... Sign in to see full entry.