Morgaine Returns Home
When the white light filled the sacred grove
and all those unprepared hid their eyes,
crying out in terror, the fear and the awe
that descended upon them from the skies;
only she stood, tall and all-knowing
for only she saw the lands,
throwing back her hood and touching her brow
where the crescent filled her hands.
"i greet you, Mother- now hear my plea!"
and a figure in white, with lending ear
settled before her, shrouded in mist,
"forgive these folk, who live in fear!
I remain your servant, your ears and eyes,
use me as the tool for your bidding-
and erase these attempts to banish you back
into these lands, now hidden!"
and from the forests, lush and green
came an unlikely audience; a vast herd
of followers, who once accepting
rejoiced at having these old words heard!
painted in blue, but light and quick
on silent feet, they rushed to summon
the ancient barge, once thought lost
in the face of a conquering unbecoming.
the oars they lifted in utter silence,
and averted their eyes as she stepped upon
that shrouded means of her returning home,
to the ancient isle of Avalon.