'When Merlin rides a 'black horse', then, darkness will die of the light.'
Where is Merlin's grave? Where are Merlin's bones? Where is Merlin's heart, where he lay's him in the moss? The owl is his, the sparrow hawk, the oozle duff, the meadow lark...and his 'black horse', moon and harp...as he fly's through 'the myth', on a stormy night...in a land that time forgot.
You just can't make this up, or...YES, you can!
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: The black horse, google art
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