03/15/2020
Mirabelle
© RM Burgess, 2019
Oh Mirabelle, Mirabelle,
Your beauty drew the witch’s spell
Forced to roam the cold, high plains,
Assailed by the winds and driving rains.
Alone, alone, no hearth, no home,
Thro’ the barren wastes you roam,
Many desire you, none offer love,
Your fire unseen, ‘neath the frost above.
‘Ice maiden,’ they say, ‘A stone for a heart’,
But it’s only a shell, awaits Cupid’s dart.
Your yearning for love the curse does hide.
In your reserved demeanor they see only pride.
Oh Mirabelle of the lovely eyes,
Child of the waters and the stormy skies.
You see reflections in the pure white snow,
Of dark times so very long ago.
What do you see at the ridge o’er there?
A horse with a mane and a tail so fair,
Tall and red with stockings white,
King of the herd, awesome his might.
She saw his eyes, so bright and clear,
He saw her fire, he felt no fear.
Made for each other, the flame and the red,
She mounted, he snorted, she gave him his head.
“I shall call you Balthazar,
Your name will be heard near and far.
Amid the lightning, the thunder, the sleet and the scree,
On your hooves, with my sword, we’re forever free.”
Oh Mirabelle, Mirabelle,
Your beauty drew the witch’s spell.
With Balthazar come rain or shine,
Tempestuous, passionate, love equine.
Zon PublishingCountry of PublicationUnited StatesRelease Date 08/12/2013DescriptionIn the coming centuries, men become increasingly irrelevant and the Earth’s biosphere collapses, leading to the rise of the Zon Sisterhood. Emigrating from their failing world, they land on an Earth-like pla...
