Pelion

Where once the proud towers stood
There stood at length and at last
Only ruin
Here and there remained somewhat
Stone on stone
Weathered more than worn
Turned dark and green by moss and stain
And damp
As if memory still sorrowed here
Alone
When all else lay forgot
Yet
So elemental
The stillness itself was imbued
With the power to evoke
That which words could not put to name  
And feelings alone disclose
 
What piercing eye can glance to see
What lies beyond all distance
Indeed
Beyond the veil of time
And behold that which was riven from the keen of men
Who
Their season over
Return to dust and common clay
And passing
Fade away
Yet there’s that remembered still
Within the soul eld born
Glimpsed only in feelings and minstral's weavings
Of streaming grass rippling beneath the morning breeze
Over the fields of fair Pelion
Remembered in hearts no more
And yet
Still in every heart remains
To each in its own name
Once was a time of men and kings
And ladies raint and fair
And a place long lost
Beneath the sun
Endowed with all hope’s glory
 
That which rose with the mists of dawn
When once the world was young
Before the marring had begun
And true names still held power
When time was reckoned in moons
Their waxing and their wanings
As was magic's power  
 
And knowledge
Was held in root and stone
As much as in stars and visions
Was such a time
The the story's beginning
The tale of Pelion