Journey to Find the Maiden Fair

leaving the sweltering offal

of the heat

we encounter

grassy glades of undulating landscapes,

covered with soft,feathery foliage,

leafless and thorny,the acacia tree,

with dark boughs and vast black trunks,

bunches of lavender fruit,

like grapes hanging

from the highest branches

of the tallest trees,

 then we heard

the thunderous roars

of the mighty waterfall

that rains down 

in thundering gouts of white foam

into the swirling green pools

at the foot of the vessal of life,

after toiling for a bit

we ventured forth

until the land began to sway

and encompassed all the earth,

there were golden savannahs,

paridisal oasis',

and rivers that crawled like dark serpents,

the misty horizon gleamed like molten fire,

 
the girl waif

was there to greet us

as if we were expected,

we sat humbly in the cloud gardens,

the olive groves

and the orchards

all meticulously tended,

the statues inlaid with ivory,

arcane symbols with sonorous tones,

 diverse and complex,
 

we perched ourselves

in a common-place abode,

the ethereal luminance

of the full , magical moon endured,

it descended,

it enchanted,

it weaved a magic spell,

charming and enigmatic

was the emaciated waif.

The timid inquisitor.

She was precocious and kind,

 she was trusted and beloved by us,

but demented were her guardians,


with our help

she gathered her courage,

defied,

and shunned

their unpalatable truth,

their eminent undoing

was their archaic inadaquacy,

and hurtful blandishments,
 

at their immutable obstinacy,

 all her anger and frustration,

abounded forth from her,

 she'd had enough,

she was no longer their slave girl,

but ,a woman,with thoughts and a mind,

and under our gentle instruction,

A true lady we did find,

With the caked dirt scrubbed off  her body,

and a few washes of her hair,

a little meat on her skinny bones,

and we found a maiden fair.