The autumn night falls swift indeed
The sun’s rays duskways fast recede
Cantering on his chestnut steed
The bold knight sings a song.
He picks his lute so daintily
‘Neath the peach-warm sky so painterly
The road is long but later he
Shall rest where he belongs.
The faeries from their slumber ‘waken
His melody for their feast, mistaken
Their jollity remains unshaken –
They join the evening throng.
The giddy hours pass on and on
The road wends forth, and thereupon
The tower, the faeries flee beyond
The veil of Avalon.
Swan Meat 
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