The End. The Kingdom of Mists

Wind took the old grimoire
and rode his big white owl.
They hovered in the sky.
They flew over a glade.
Cold Wind turned his sharp gaze
to land. There was odd sight.

There laid the big red lynx,
which early followed him
to get the old book back.
It laid without moves.
Cold Wind sent his owl to
the glade. He reached lynx pads.

Its breast was heaving up
too seldom. Wind rose arms
to put the lynx on his
white owl. And they’d run.
The bird conveyed them right
to Haze. She’d met her beast.

The Queen was very glad
to get She’d lost once back.
Cold Wind was asked to stay.
Queen Haze invited him
to look at miracle, which
must light the sky today.

Cold Wind agreed and Haze
had opened yellow pages
which said the secret spells
to cause rainbows in sky.
She murmured something. Light
had flashed and turn to veil.

This motley shining cloth
flew high. The elves then caught
and chained its ends to earth.
The rainbow flash was bright.
The elves’ jovial tribe
had started the slow waltz.

The festival wasn’t spoiled.
Cold Wind danced with the crowd
until the sun goes down.
Queen Haze gave him her paints.
Snow Queen’s insipid lands
will shine with the sunrise.
               
                by Thea Ariss
                02.10.2024