To the Land of Ancient Kings
I meet a blind boy on the road,
and relieved him from his load,
Holding hands and we did walk
but he refused to drink or talk .
As one we reached the horizon
And without apparent reason
He stabbed my naked heart
With a rustic wooden dart.
He flew with unseen wings
To the land of ancient kings.
When my pain was gone
I discovered I wasn’t alone:
Under a crimson waterfall
A white rose- I now recall -
Was sheltered by a dove,
hiding from me, my love.
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