"Hills of Tora"

This is the first of Durlabh Singh's poems to be published on my website.  Please feel free to write and let me know what you think of it.  - poetheart 01/25/02

Of faery maidens
Clad in green
Raven of hair
Bronzer of skins
Perfumers of breaths
Gracers in the gaits
Charmers of steeds
Raiders in the grace.


On ancient hills of Tora
There is enchanted land
Cast under the spell of beauty
Magical rite in breezes embalmed.

Disturbing not the keepers of stones
Piled up high under the ancient holds
Venomous incantations of darker kind
Controllers in dimness shaders of ash
Liberators of channelled spirit in flash.

Tempters of atmospheric disturbances
Flayed up crops of certain resistance
Deeds of hand for sole consummations
In constellations under pivoted privations.

by Durlabh Singh

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