Clover
Resting on a soft bed of clover
Nestled in fanciful notions by the cliffs of Dover
With propensity to leave the shores of reality
I dreamed that all my troubles were over
Behemoth
Upon the shores of a forgotten lake
The ground my maiden and I did feel shake
From the depths rose the arcane behemoth
Thus, we ran for our own sake
The Dryads
With the oak, a nymph did rest
To lie in repose, and catch it’s breath
‘Twas the dryad Napea
Cloaked from a stalking death
Gawain
The courteous turned to vindicate
The loss of Gareth of late
By the slaying of Lancelot
Though he suffered his brother’s fate
Midgard
Once the world was encircled by a great serpent
In Midgard where the mortals came and went
Between the abode of Heaven and Hell
That is where we used to dwell
-© Brett Holden
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