The moon glistened off the Welsh relic-

The castle ruins were set to glow-

And, as a sudden lightning bolt shot down,

It seemed the trees were in for a show.

The gate-keep dragons, and flying fish

Prepared for their scales to shine;

After all, they had their part to play,

And prayed that they wouldn’t go blind.

So a cloud drew back, and the crowd drew breath,

And the centuries unfolded;

The time had come to watch the night,

As the hands of day it moulded.

A moonbeam cast from the subtle sphere,

Reflected onto the windows of glass,

And soon the world was set alight,

By the very beauty of the past.

The patterns laughed, jumped, played,

They circled the creatures of the lake.

For one moment everything stood still,

Transfixed by all that time could make.

The End

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