Natura Naturans is Chapter 5 of my poem telling of high adventure with Merlin the Wizard. As with the previous chapter, I have divided this chapter into 3 Acts for ease of reading. This Act is titled Fire and Earth.
Natura Naturans continues the story of the wayward Buccaneer as he journeys underground in the company of Merlin, Archimedes, and Gaslite Zee. At conclusion of Chapter 4, Stich, Stash and Stow, the bewildered ghost of the Buccaneer was setting sail for distant shores upon the mighty Venus in search of higher dreams and firmer ground to root his flower.
Meanwhile, within dense dark tunnels, his beleaguered comrades take respite from their arduous travels to tend the Buccaneer’s corporeal self with Vitriol…
~ Chapter 5 ~
~ Natura Naturans ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
~ Act 1 ~ Fire and Earth ~
“Rippling the surface of unfathomable blue,
rise virgin shores of a distant isle.”
“Bashful she hides ‘neath eve’s blistered sky,
a precious jewel with enigmatic smile.”
“For four fine days, for three starlit nights,
have I journeyed so indescribably far.”
“Carried by winds, bourn by waves,
always following my luminous star.”
“Tis to her glow my ethereal moth was drawn,
in flight upon Love’s light.”
“Tis to her warmth my delicate heart is drawn,
in dreams I have each night.”
“She shares no illusion when I close my eyes,
and feel my Loving heart swell.”
“I am serene, deeply stilled from within,
drawing water from her purest well.”
“At coming of morn’s lustrous, red dawn,
I’ll set foot upon Isle’s blessed ground.”
“What wonders await for when I arrive,
at sacred place where dreams are found?”
~ + ~
Merlin reclined against carven cavern wall,
and gazed into the subdued rosy hue.
For fourth fraught day, the Buccaneer lay,
following his most propitious rescue.
Zee swayed in time to an airless breeze,
Archie perched by pothole’s yawn.
Bound by friendship’s fate they waited upon,
the Mariner’s restored new form.
Said Merlin, “We can ill afford to rest further now,
or we’ll miss our rendezvous.”
“We should have been at Rainbow Ravine,
but are now so long overdue.”
“Our beleaguered Buccaneer cannot stay here,
we must all travel as one together.”
“Two paths ahead, upon neither we’ll tread,
but take another, with greater endeavour.”
“Is it wise to move him?” Archimedes asked,
inflecting words with a cautious tone.
“Losing heart and soul surely takes its toll,
‘tis not repair to flesh and bone.”
“I thought he’d achieve all he needed to find,
as we made our way to Copper Door.”
“I never considered his conviction would fail,
nor his will to journey-on some more.”
“Perhaps VITRIOL has induced rapid care,
and loosened his shackles further still.”
“I’ve a knowing sense our seafaring soul,
will yet find the one inked Quill.”
“We will leave in the morn, without further delay,
with our Buccaneer rafted and stowed.”
“We’ll head upstream towards Rainbow Ravine,
set camp by Seven Fold Road.”
“My preference to travel by deeper paths,
was to avoid exposure to harm.”
“We have little choice, whilst he lays in repose,
spellbound by her VITRIOL charm.”
“I’ll go gather boughs from flayed Oaken Tree,
craft a crafted craft with stability.”
“Archie, I trust you’ll steer our passage clear,
with your usual dependability?”
“An excellent plan!” Archie commended,
“Shall I fashion us each a new oar?”
“Why no Archimedes, ‘tis you who will tow,
at tether’s end ‘til destiny’s shore!”
“I shall commandeer our makeshift helm,
keep our vessel on safe course.”
“It’d be near tragedy, should further calamity,
compound our collective remorse.”
“At tether’s end, for an entire day!”
“Good grief Merlin, I’m 1000 years old!”
“Tis 10 hours at least to Rainbow Shore,
a further two until Seven Fold Road!”
“Then we’d best leave early!” Merlin replied,
“and move ahead of the tidal-rise.”
“I fear secondary swell in this watery well,
without land to land is unwise!”
“Early?” Said Zee, flickering to life,
“Would that mean, top o’ the morn?”
“I’m usually rising much closer to dusk,
in twilight am I best born.”
“Tis humbling indeed to be one of three,
who focus with such earnest intent!”
“We’re leaving at five, when fire dies,
so prepare for our watery event!”
“I’ll send word ahead on the Gaslite vein,
request covert eyes along our trail.”
“Tis well to know if our wicked foe,
hides where a Seer’s sight might fail.”
“Graciously accepted,” Merlin responded,
“I’ll consider it an act of great import.”
“Might I also rely on your generous help,
in giving Archie some affable support?”
“I’ve a sense, my flapperty frivolous friend,
will sulk the entire evening away.”
“Tis not his age which troubles our sage,
but the weigh of wet sleigh for a day!”
“I think,” smirked Zee in Merlin’s ear.
“Archie’s gained a pound in the middle”
“If it were possible to help our owl at all,
I’d be first to decline to paddle.”
“I understand why Archie befriended thee,”
Merlin said with a mischievous grin.
“You share commonality as self-absorbed rogues,
with a heart of gold within!”
“Airborne, he’s free, to moan incessantly,
out of ear shot of you and I.”
“I’ve a tether for me, to heave our company, but,
we’ll leave him to flap on high.”
T’was playful mockery at an uncertain hour,
an opportunity to let off steam.
Upon the morn’, would all four move on,
in pursuit of dreams upstream.
~ + ~
The ghost of I slid from ship’s ancient helm,
and floated towards her prow.
One last hour unto Isle’s blazoned shore,
fairest beauty, as she’d mastered now.
“Night slips and slides to other side,
in shine of yonder fire.”
“In flit and flight beneath starlight,
to such an end inspires desire.”
“High overhead, shimmers a wondrous star,
radiant in her blazing gown.”
“In splendour she ignites her heralding flare,
upon threshold of emergent dawn.”
“Fair luminary, which on my ghost does shine,
guiding light to farer’s end of mine.”
“Sweet promise resplendent in glowing Celestine,
your fire is divinely sublime.”
“You are first-light upon this unfolding hour
last flame to fade before the Sun.”
“And in your glow, and by your compose,
Heaven’s procession is finely spun.”
As if on queue, from my beloved’s hand,
came a backwash of cobalt blue.
An intense orange seam split soured cream,
before brilliance in carnation hue.
“Tis well to dwell with tear filled eyes,
and relish this blessed scene.”
“To see Empyrean’s canvas, once dazzled by stars,
brushed with blush, by morning’s Queen.”
“Upon sweet cherry painted misted morn,
wet still with passion’s shine.”
“Unfolds a vision from an embellished dream,
dripped in pink and gold design.”
“Rose coloured seas prolong their dreams,
or pause on the turn of the tide.”
“Breath held, breeze stilled, for final touch,
to Love’s adoring bride.”
When into my vision raced a flock of gulls,
cutting a dash with graceful appeal.
Feathers ignite, in flight, with scarlet delight,
as angels spiral, twist, and wheel.
I gaze and follow their graceful course,
soaring majestically above the sands.
Masters of flight, tripping the light,
flying upwards to distant lands.
At crest of their rise, to my sudden surprise,
I glimpse glint of an unknown flare!
At speed it raced, or shifted space,
until halting in my startled stare.
I sensed it turn around, survey the ground,
and focus thro’ the cosmic haze.
A sound from within, which came from afar,
seemed to deepen my burrowing gaze.
T’was moment when the Earth stood still,
when all reason fell away.
T’was moment when my heart would fill,
and my mind be blown away.
I felt impelled to listen, eager to hear,
nay, keen to attune to the hum.
Tis hard to conceive a more curious sight, than a
gleam speaking light from the sun.
“Me?” I said, both dazed and confused,
clearly overwhelmed by the mystical glow.
“What are you, who speaks without words?”
“And what is it I must know?”
“With Love,” spoke the voice. “Watch yonder skies.”
“Witness the birth of a brave new world.”
“We are here for all, yet speak to you,
as one ready to be unfurled.”
“With eyes that see beyond reality,
with a heart that knows only truth.”
“Tis rightful time to now set forth,
fulfill the promise of your youth.”
“Follow cosmic schemes to grander dreams,
to where your heart‘s intended.”
“Merlin gifts and guides towards what’s right,
to where your mind’s extended.”
“Listen well Buccaneer to his quiet inner voice,
resounding in your heart.”
“Tis Merlin who speaks, your sagacious sage,
from your side he’ll never start.”
“You’ll not fail the Grail you’re questing on,
nor will your destiny be amended.”
“With Camelot lost to the perfidy of piers,
‘tis time their reign was ended.”
“We know the anguish of your ailing world,
sense your despair and suffering.”
“We come to earth to fight for few,
who believe Camelot is worth reclaiming.”
“You are not alone in this time of woe,
take heart through the coming years.”
“Awakening Camelot to its machiavellian ways,
requires augmenting people’s fears.”
“Have no doubt, you will ultimately succeed,
to smite evil’s growing horde.”
“Not by violence shall the truth prevail, for
your pen is mightier than their sword.”
“In time, foul stench of impoverished souls,
who turn your world to twisted ends.”
“Those few will fall upon weapons they wield,
in hell shall they make amends.”
“Unwitting fools, who prosper still,
from deceit, exploitation and lies.”
“Love offers hope for the tyrannical heart,
if eyes gazed upwards at sunrise.”
“Fear not the path befalling you now,
‘tis nigh time for you to stride.”
“Fear not the words you’ll find to write,
‘tis not the time to hide.”
“For all brave souls whose hearts aspire,
will flourish in the fall.”
“For all brave souls whose hearts inspire,
will respond to worthy call.”
Upon far horizon flashed twelve flaming jewels,
fire-kissed orbs to adorn Love’s crown.
In waves of three and four they came,
to announce a new Earth born.
The last globe to appear, momentarily paused,
before ascending to a higher station.
I sensed its intention shift slowly towards me,
as it issued a silent communication.
“Come Buccaneer, step into your dream,
we’ll show you what we’ve already seen.”
“Far beyond reach of your empirical eyes,
is a world where you’ve always been.”
“Come Buccaneer, step onto the shore,
we’ll show you where you’ve visited before.”
“Far beyond reach of your rational mind,
is where you will find Copper Door.”
“Tis time to step away from The Venus prow,
follow isle’s path as it is unfurled.”
“Unto journey’s end, my Buccaneer friend, and
the one heart to change your world!”
Upon boards beneath high tethered sails,
my ghost became unbounded.
Fine dust of me carried to yonder shore,
where I collected together, dumb-founded!
T’was further surprise when high flare did fade,
when 12 jewels descended as one.
Then serene silence, like none I have known.
As Earth stilled for the rising Sun.
The distant horizon bloomed a flourish of fire,
flame raced to devour each cloud.
Love’s flush flowed and sweetened Earth below,
covering all with her blushing shroud.
I swayed when bathed in bright crimson shade,
inhaling Love’s searing breath.
A hot fire within, whilst she cleansed my skin,
bringing life to renew living death.
Earth turned in time to face far rising jewel,
in rhythm to her cosmic symphony.
Towards the hum of her approaching Sun,
She held her breath reverentially.
A blood-red sphere crested the horizon line,
a fierce ball of ruby rose fire.
To Love’s beauty and grace I was immediately drawn,
into the heart of her flaming pyre.
Standing to gaze across Earth’s crimson haze,
my heart swollen full and brimming.
Surrendering to all that had come before, leaving
my ghost standing taller and glistening.
With eyes open wide, my ghost ready to stride,
my brave-heart swelled to venture on.
With Love at my side, my ghost eager to strive,
my brave-heart yearned for Babylon.”
Sweet flurry and flare of cerise drenched morn,
lifted her heart to infinite blue.
Pink skies gave rise to pastel surprise,
within a melt of light cerulean hue.
“My last moment upon isle’s virgin shore,
my first step on another new way.”
“Tis no longer with hope I journey on,
but within light of a blue-sky day.”
“Phantoms of shadow feint fright at light,
isle’s misted dew lifts, and burns away.”
“Emerging ahead thro’ morn’s thinning haze,
a forest waking, to first light of day.”
“From towering heights, the tree tops stare,
and stall their dapple with sunlit glare.”
“Between bowing boughs scythe honeyed rays,
pooling pools of lemon kissed flare.”
“As I gaze around, Nature’s diversity abounds,
she tenders perpetuity with exquisite care.”
“Within abundance and green, and vivid gleam,
may I grow from within Her prayer.”
The ghost of I slipped between soaring trees,
treading a fructiferous path of fern.
Bright limpid light, cooled emerald green,
paved the way for my return.
“Listening to breeze take flight thro’ trees,
to her voice singing from fauna and flora.”
“In wonder I wander beneath jade-rich haze,
immersed within her living plethora.”
“To either side of my buoyant stride,
lofty swards gently pulse and sway.”
“Beyond tall grass, Great Brocéliande Forest,
where Romance is legend each day.”
“Between her coiling vines and laden boughs,
in a forest expectant with potential.”
“Are wilds for lovers, lunatics, and poet’s alike,
seeking an experience of the existential.“
“In wondrous tales of bold adventurous hearts,
who frequent her forest darkly shaded.”
“Tis always towards her raw sensuous allure,
where their hearts are so easily persuaded.”
“Miraculous stories so frequently declare,
one must beware false glare from far-off flare,
for impression so frequently jades.”
“Perhaps passion pens pearls with charming appeal,
whilst words written with love never fade?”
My passing thoughts passed with illuminating shine,
each pressed from an emerald scene.
Barely had I been within her fine flourishing,
and my heart already felt evergreen.
I twisted and threaded, or weaved with the way,
carefully considerate to every stride.
Unbounded, yet grounded, amidst cool calming hue,
and dissolving as I followed her guide.
I gazed upon high, to an arching canopy,
in wonder at her elegant prowess.
“With desire she extends her heart to the Sun,
in reach of true love’s first kiss.”
“To bake or bask at such inspiring heights,
and perspire in Sun’s syrupy glow.”
“Tis to lofted realms where Nature’s dreams aspire,
and winged angels habitually go.”
“Such yearning have I to feel cloudless skies,
to perfect mastery upon the air”
“My heart’s foolish desire will never transpire,
without firm wish to ever dare.”
“My Earth rooted feet might never take flight,
or have me trail the astral plains.”
“But each day I endeavour with an honest heart,
to be free of my earthly chains.”
My ghost quickened along Nature’s fruitful path,
feeling freshened by her fecundate forms.
When soon upon a mossy Herm I came,
nestled deep within her charms.
“Beneath blade and bract, tight vine and leaf,
is an inscription carved in base relief.”
“It offers no distance to journey’s end, but
a choice to be made with belief.”
“Traveller take heed, and with conviction perceive,
the rightful path to amble down.”
“When ready to receive, when willing to believe,
Fate and Destiny, will lead to your crown.”
I paused to ponder, to contemplate,
to cogitate and deliberate.
To ruminate and meditate, calculate and concentrate.
Yet found one doubt within my heart.
Here stood I, my ghost feather-light,
my form free from earthly fate.
T’was my corporal self, the mortal me,
still left to liberate.
“In disquieted repose, upon a frayed hem of life,
remains the failing light of me.”
“Brave heart indeed, would he have failed to see,
true beauty in Love’s deep mystery.”
“Shadows surrounding him appear never to fade,
darkness frequently blinds his sight.”
“Else, ‘tis not with eyes that fail to see,
but a heart that fears the Light.”
“One wonders what warms his starless soul,
or inflames his reclusive spirit?”
“One wonders whether Love was welcomed within,
or had ever expressed Her merit?”
“His plight with life, was a featherless flight,
a struggle to continuously be free.”
“Earth-bound, his heart fell far from home,
t’was never where he wanted to be.”
“Tired with wandering, wondering, and pondering,
his heart ached for sweet release.”
“T’was what impelled him deep underground,
as escape to bring lasting peace.”
“Tis to Merlin he reached with earnest intent,
seeking counsel to another new way.”
“How he had hoped with Love in his heart,
to find a Wizard’s highest stay.”
“How he had hoped with Love in his heart,
to be returned to the light of day.”
“How he had hoped with Love in his heart,
to never again feel cast-away.”
“Merlin endeavours to loosen his tethering bonds,
blending VITRIOL for his bodily soul.”
“Yet ‘tis for a Love beyond my sagacious sage,
where his heart desires to go.”
“Beyond the veil, always pale to his distant gaze,
mythic Beauty waits to lift his heart.”
“Tis to her intoxicating Light he’s artfully drawn,
but has at times felt quite apart.”
“And yet, here am I, a ghost upon her Isle,
unfastened from all haltering ties!”
“Tis no longer the Buccaneer stepping thro’ here, but
his spirit stripped of all earthly guise!”
“At last, beyond form, am I so nearly free,
from recumbent ways and materiality!”
“Unchaste from daydream, released from fear,
am I limitless in potentiality.”
“So what of this Herm? What is it I perceive,
as I pause to ponder, and believe to receive?”
“Buried in deep green, lies a trail yet unseen,
one leading to Fate and Destiny.”
“Beyond trees I see her one emerald path,
laying serene between high hoary veldt.”
“I’ve followed her flow with faith, never doubt,
in what it was I had always felt.”
“If this is a dream, would I have really rushed in,
if not impelled by what I believed?”
“Need I understand more, about sweet Copper Door,
before my path ahead will be perceived?”
“Tis time infinite me decides’ with certainty,
to set one foot further upon this day.”
“Tis time unlimited me, passed beyond mystery,
by walking the unseen pathway.”
I turned from the Herm, and gazed further ahead,
to where two Junipers entwined their crown.
Betwixt the two, a flourish of Bamboo, and
a flowering Wisteria tumbling down.
“Towards soft lavender blue, and deep violet hue,
towards a cascade of purple rain.”
“Towards mollifying light, am I instantly lulled,
and to sweet promises she might contain.”
Beneath turquoise blooms from stems extended,
bathed in sprays of amethyst fire.
As I lingered within her sweet heliotrope hue,
my heart swelled with profound desire.
“A lake once dry, suddenly fills and spills,
and rushes thro’ my veins distended.”
“Tis Love, ‘tis Life, ‘tis God’s earthly state,
‘tis sweet Nature acting as intended.”
“Laid bare am I, with neither bind nor bond,
yet tied by Love to everything.”
“My heart calmly yields to Nature’s pressing will,
and drinks from her colourful fountain.”
When I opened my eyes, there was little surprise,
to find virgin ground beneath my feet.
Yet meandering away within a wash of green,
wove an avenue of golden wheat.”
Crowned clusters stretched to a distant end,
far beyond reach of my captivated stare.
Flaxen and flowing, she danced with the breeze,
in a sensuous love-affair.
Finding my focus, I slipped from the shade,
and stepped into an auriferous spell.
Sunlight flared the tips of golden sheaves,
adding polish to her sway and swell.
Syrup stained light splashed my unfettered soul,
as I ambled between gold-leafed stems.
T’was the sheen for dreams of spirited wings,
to shine with the iridescence of gems.
Mottled me dallied and dawdled in dappled daub,
to delay departing the pasture.
My ghostly grey had faded away, but my spirit,
was newly alive with colour.
I flashed, flared, my kaleidoscopic colours dared,
to race through their chromatic spectrum.
Splitting celestial light, was an ecstatic delight,
a moment to touch perfectum!
Transparent in light, I was rainbow bright,
as I twirled and twisted away.
Unto avenues end, did my dance extend,
within Sun’s golden enamelled rays…
~ + ~
T’was Merlin who woke to watch fire’s demise,
who saw embers fade slowly away.
He’d sat alone by hearth’s shifting light,
casting shadows of serpentine grey.
He had observed, and seen, snake-like skeins,
rise and twist and sway.
He intuitively knew, within smoky hue,
waited wisdom to help guide their way.
“We must pay heed on this path we lead,
en route to Rainbow Ravine.”
“Morgana searches for the Wizard of Wands,
and knows of our surreptitious scheme.”
“Her sorcery and villainy, her wicked ambiguity,
her darkly disciples of the deceased.”
“To evil ends her dreams descend,
wielding Mordred, her twisted beast.”
“Tis well to dwell on the extent of their reach,
to discover her magic has further increased.”
“But I feel deeply within true heart of mine,
a new power rising in the East.”
T’was Archie who eased himself into the cave,
and interrupted his Seer’s thought.
“I’ve flown ahead of where we will tread, and
our way appears fraught with nought.”
“Thank you,” said Merlin, lifting his gaze,
towards his feathery old owl.
“I wondered if I were the only fool to wake,
but I see you’ve been out on the prowl.”
“Whilst our Buccaneer floats in distant realms,
‘tis wise to consider our plight.”
“If danger is ready to compromise our course,
‘tis wise to consider our sleight.”
“Our fairway is free of fiend, friend and foe,
‘tis time to break our camp and go.”
“Zee is alight, with his flame shining low, but,
he’s taken to igniting in stealthy-glow.”
“I’ve readied our rather recumbent Buccaneer,
he should survive a splash or two.”
“Which leaves you and I, Merlin the Seer,
to make ready our briny crew.”
“Where would I be without you?” said Merlin,
as Archimedes settled by the fire.
“My feathery old sage since our earliest days,
together we are all we require.”
“Archie, I’ve something I must reveal to you,
a burden I’ve carried all alone.”
“Since first morn’ of our departing day,
I’ve concealed the One Ink-Stone.”
“You’ll recall I disappeared into a nearby flume,
to pack for our journey ahead.”
“My bag, my staff, and cloaking threads,
upon the bed were spread.”
“I retrieved several vials, and a pot or two, and
maybe a nip of sweet Seer’s brew.”
“And there, beside all my bottles and flasks,
lay a box in ebony hue.”
“Would I have noticed its subtle existence at all,
if not for its lustrous allure?”
“Or perhaps that was the real reason why,
the black box failed to reassure.”
“But beneath it lay a hand-scribed note,
penned with a flourish of silvery line.”
“Dear Merlin,” it read, ‘Take care as you tread,’
P.S: Look after this, it’s mine!”
“Well, stone the crows!” Archimedes blurted,
“You are charged with the fabled Ink-Stone!”
“Tis no wonder you pushed so hard to leave,
in truth we should have already flown!”
“Indeed agreed!” Merlin decreed,
“There was no time for delays with our stray!”
“Tis quite clear, Mercury is compromised,
or this stone would never come our way.”
“What is this Ink really for?” Archie enquired,
his attention suddenly quite piqued.
“I’ve heard so many fantastical tales,
in legend is the Ink-Stone steeped.”
“Hmm,” Merlin stalled, and gazed out to the shore,
basking beneath a warm crimson shade.
“Words were a gift once bestowed by the stars,
the most refined symbols ever made.”
“To ensure continuity and purity of word,
indelible ink was widely proscribed.”
“To only the few, whose words would be true,
was Ink-Stone more rarely prescribed.”
“Permanent ink?” Archie quizzed,
“why would that manifest such ill-ease?”
“Together we’ve encountered a billion words, and
none have left you so displeased.”
“Tis not the prophet crafting each critical word,
nor their hand that wields their wand.”
“Tis not their heart inspiring prognostic prose,
but the voice calling from beyond.”
“Tis not the eye reading each crafted word,
which enchants the infatuated wit.”
“Tis not the mind appraising appreciative prose,
but the voice speaking silently thro’ it.”
“Not every hand blessed with sweetened words,
is a conduit for rightful expression.”
“Befalling the befuddled are tainted tongues,
where evil flows as their only confession.”
“Whatever the intention setting out for their stay,
a wicked word will be heard, either way.”
“Tis not sufficient to dismissively say,
such evil words will have their day.”
“Legendary Ink-stone stains the retinal mind,
with words of indelible certainty.”
“At once when seen, are those words etched in,
to last for eternity.”
“If indelible words were wickedly cast,
and passed before the unsuspecting eye.”
“If those indelible words, were ever free to roam,
the consequences would terrify.”
“I see!” said Archie excitedly, “tis indeed a very noble prize!”
“An indelible ink-stone, whose essence never dries!”
“For what is written, will live-on as truth,
or lines will propagate more lies.”
“Succinctly put,” Merlin replied,
“I knew you’d appreciate my concern.”
“Tis wondrous indeed this gift from the God,
but something I’m very keen to return.”
“The Hermeneutic ink-stone!” Archie exclaimed,
“Held here in your loving care!”
“The stone from which the Message goes forth,
when written with Mercurial flare!”
“Archie,” said Merlin, “what would you say,
if I left you and Zee for a couple of days?”
“I’ve a location in mind, a destination to find,
someplace to hide the ink-stone away.”
“Oh no,” said Archie, “that’ll never do!”
“We four are together, you’re part of one crew.”
“Should peril prevail, we’re better as two,
together with Zee, we’re three for you.”
“Once more Archie, you make me so proud,
to have you standing by my side.”
“To know in times of timeless furore,
‘tis together we’ll bravely stride.”
“Tis not the last adventure we’ll undertake,
but the last we shall conclude.”
“Unto the bitter end we must defend,
a campaign of such magnitude.”
“We are entrusted with a glorious task,
to restore Camelot’s worthy kingdom.”
“Neither I nor thee, will ever know certainty,
without help from a good wingman.”
“Indeed, agreed,” Merlin said with conviction,
as he stood to shoulder his pack.
“Let’s move it out, and tread with care,
we’ve a Darkly Sparkle at our back.”
Upon crafted raft of shapely oaken boughs,
the marinated Mariner was rested.
Wrapped to his chest beneath a waterproof vest,
Mercury’s Ink-Stone was carefully secreted.
Archie stepped into twisted rope and brace,
tightening his belt a notch or two.
Zee flurried ahead to shine gentle light,
to keep their bearing true.
Grasping the tether, Merlin slowly pulled,
easing the raft gently ahead.
Once moving, he knew, momentum would hold,
replacing effort he’d invested instead.
With deluge dampened, the flow was slow,
the river a distended stream.
Driven to reach camp at Seven Fold Road,
they headed out for Rainbow Ravine…
~~~~~ + ~~~~~
Photography/Artwork by Dewin Nefol: https://dewinnefol.wordpress.com/