Wrote this poem last night whilst drinking wine and reading Sir Walter Scott.
Faery Queen.Drink yourself unto the joyous sight
Of Faery Queen with chalice bright,
And endless beauty and endless might,
Who dances against creatures of the night,
And uses song and wine to fight
Those fiends of dread, woe and fright,
Rise with Her to dizzy height and
See through a madness that is slight-
And an error that is some how right-
How She turns darkness into light.
Image by Victoria Frances.
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