Of tales and dreams

In ancient times and shattered wings
With kings and queens that age begins
With ideas of peace and grand and fame
The story might seem a simple frame.

They gathered at one’s place to talk bout days
Glancing through the window at the outsides grace
At the trees trembling under the sun’s eyes
The wind blowing and the moons arise.

The sweet gentle lady with the bloody red dress
Asked the kind man a story to tell
Yet he hesitated and said with a small voice:
“My dear lady do I have a choice?”

Words he said jumped through the room
The nights embraced the flowers in bloom
Whispers in the corridor and looks that kill
The atmosphere is still tranquil…

A man in poor clothes kneels before the master lord,
A cup of tea is for the guests then poured,
The sound wonders through the four calm walls
They all watch as the old lady in the corner falls…

Some monks in the right may say wisdom words
As the rest careless listen to the calm birds
Thinking about the journey that’s yet to start
After the travelers breakfast they just had.

A fire they can’t start and they are three
The old men on the side say “I agree”.
People mumbling, an insane painter, smashing plates
In a place that reaches and creates lots of gates.

As the breakfast was reaching an end, they left
The Bristol inn empty in the shadows drift
The travelers set off, the great journey began,
“I say goodbye” - the thought of the wise man…

In ancient times and romantic dreams
Painters were creative and thieves had schemes
Dancers floated gently on sweet colored songs
And in the world there weren’t many wrongs.