The mad piper played the hornpipe <br />in the evening mist near the fairy glade <br />and water sprites dances across the lochs waters. <br />The monster roared from the depth below <br />in keeping with the tune <br />and a wolf howled at a hidden moon <br />on a hill draped with heather. <br />Owlets awoke with watchful eyes <br />as their mother swooped from the skies. <br />The mist rolled down the glen, <br />then up the hill at the other end. <br />The castle stood faintly still <br />as shadows watched from the brow of the hill. <br />You could not call this the dead of night <br />with all the watchful eyes hidden from sight. <br />Still, the mad piper played <br />his tunes of joyful reverie <br />while the moon remained <br />in the mist hidden from sight.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mist-hidden-fantasy/
