Paths of Glory

Today's poem is one about magic, deep in the heart of the forest, in a sacred grove, where fleeting glimpses of another world might cross over with outs.

Paths of Glory
 
Dark the forest, dark the night
Open space in ancient grove
Rays of glory, rays of light
Here the pagan treasure trove
 
Dark the night, comes the dawn
Rays of glory, rays of light
Dancing dryad, dancing faun
In the fairy circle bright
 
Comes the dawn, birds awake
Dancing dryad, dancing faun
Magic spell to cast and make
In their steps, a circle drawn
 
In paths of glory, by olden ways
Light the feet from ancient days