Once.

Once, long ago, in our own land, we were kings.

King of Mardale

There was a King Across the Water,
And a King down by the sea,
And a King upon an island,
Who King shall always be,
But the King of the fells
Lives only in memory,

Now Mardale valley is a lake
An Avalon with no Hand Above the Water,
No sword, no Lady Fairies Daughter,

Reaching from the reservoir
Just a lonely old church tower,
Monument  to the last King's power

The rugged mountains of the Lake District were, until the 18th Century, neglected by the British government to such an extent that the mighty people living there  functioned as  independent  Kingdoms.
The last King of Mardale died in 1885.
Mardale valley was destroyed to build a reservoir in 1935.
On a clear day, one can still see the church tower above the water. The bell still rings sometimes.

End of Days

At the end of days,
Will you still recall
The wind in the trees,
That silent breeze,
Or the ghostly light,
On the lake that night?
Will you still recall
That I loved you at all?

For Kitten.

Sun Sets on Ho Tay

Tried to write a Haiku a few weeks ago.
Ho Tay (West Lake) is a vast Lake in Hanoi, Vietnam, it has awesome sunsets. Am currently missing a Muse, need a new one.

'Sun sets on Ho Tay,
Flowers fly in the warm wind,
Where are you now?'

Dream

Shining silver wine,
The Fairy sips,
Smoke swirls from fine,
Divine, Sublime lips,

Black- amber eyes
Stare past the deep,
Dark, night skies
Where tiger growls in sleep,

Eyes burning fire,
lips speak desire...

Beauty.

T'is as staring at
The Sun, as it
Burns the eyes,
T'is as Icarus,
Who must fall so
Far, because he flies
Where Man should not 
Fly, to Beauty that,
Never, never dies.

"Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam." The Bonny Swans.