Tor of Anwnn
by this Elizabeth
with my prince firm there behind me
In the cool air we were still warm
from our toasting each other.
A golden harvest moon latern
in our search for knighted lizards
with the chill of heights among us
on the Tor of Anwnn.
Soon came challenges and callings
none too much for he, the witch king
and I watched as breath became words
and poetry surrendured.
In the valleys the clouds gathered;
on the peaks we waited, praying
wrapped tight in our elven leathers
on the Tor of Anwnn.
'Late he rises,' said the witch king
shaking my long dozing shoulder
and I woke to green and gold flight
silent in my vision.
