Collaboration Royal

The oil black night began,
and there they were,
walking down the road,
sudden sound snatched thought,
twinkling in the mind,
light so bright it dazzles inner eye,
habit forced my gaze.

Play with gold to much it turns to lead,
and with that the mind was fed,
but feet dragged ever onward,
into the darkest shed,
bright black darkness cutting through the fields,
truth the moonlight yields.

As new life sprouts from dead earth,
to reach ancestors from above,
where ancient bones were planted,
angels feathers stick into the earth,
as they grow to heavens worth,
and at the gate of heaven spent,
pay immortals heaven sent.

By

Anonymous
D.N. Read
Daisy Collett
2013©

The three of us sat here tonight and did this poem a line a piece from start to finish,
we like it and we hope you enjoy it too.