Shahenda

S he stood on top

Of the crested falls,

As sunlight danced

Within rushing waters.

Hands spread upwards
In meditation,

Speaking

To the inner powers

To appear.

Her full length
Emerald green cloak
Whipping
In the wind
That burst forth.

Transfixed upon
Kaatskill Falls,
The wind gushed,
Throwing her hood aside
Unleashing,
A wave
Of waist length auburn hair.
Green eyes flashed
As she chanted.

Dazzling rays
Of prism light
Danced
Forth from her right hip,
Her powers,
Being flocked together.

Echoing
Her words in the wind
“I open
To the North,
I open
To the East,”
“I open
To the South,
I open
To the West,”
"Elements
Complete my circle!”

Suddenly
An awestricken thunder clap
Rain pelted the entire world,
The wind
Growled echo’s within the ears.

Transposed,
Gazing sky-wards,
In her harbored circle.

All light
Was now turning
Into the shadows of evil,
As she had predicted,
The dark times had begun.

Her cloak
Whipped sky-wards
Standing straight above
Her up-spread hands and head.
Her eyes
Casting upwards,
Her hair
Hurling in the wind.

Her white gown
Blasted
By speckles
Of black dirt.

Prism rays
Of color
Danced
Within her protected circle.

Illuminating
The crest she stood upon,
As she chanted.

Night swallowed day
As darkness
Engulfed all.
There was nothing
But silence,
Within those dark hours.

As the silence
Was broken
With dawn’s awakening
Soft cooing
Of birds filled the air
The wind sighed gently,
Animals stirred cautiously.

Upon the crest
Of Kaatskill Falls,
Within
The illuminating circle
Stood a graceful tree
 With emerald green leaves
In an upswept reach
And a white spotted trunk.

And from hence forth,
Shahenda
The wizard

Was seen no more.