by Dahni, bard of Clouds

Long before kings came to reign

Upon the throne of The City of The Clouds…

Glimmering there the Throne of Light

   that was guide to the night

   between the day and dark

there this dividing mark

   pure Peacock of White

Whose visage cast off all shadows of the dark

   and no eye could long stand to see, if with a blackened heart

   expelled to mortal earth below

   and locked inside the Mount of Snow

Befriended of  Princess of fairies, Arioso

   invisible, but not her touch

   for her heart of love, it yielded much

   on a clear day of bright noon sun

   a majestic miracle was begun

Pure golden light - Pure plumage white

Pure gentle wind upon the snow

Pure kiss to the head of her true friend

   all fused and burst to color bend

   first shooting upwards beyond the farthest cloud

   bending, arching across the sky from soft to loud

Spreading warmth and truth upon the earth

   spreading color, hope and mirth

   and the peacock plumage now vibrant colored and the princess seen

   the snow melted and the land turned green

And the two freed, fly together the peacock and the princess

   colors to silence the shadows and colors the dark impress

   refracting colors of love and light and glow

   the peacock, the princess and the arch of colored snow

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