As a snowflake stalked a stone into sculptured space

she followed a wish lost in the wind of awakened hope

for a knight’s dream

to end this day-mare.

But was it the end of the beginning

heralded by the howls that echoed through the forest

where the wolf didn’t lose sleep over stupid lost sheep.

As the retired circus lion yawned into an unsculptured space

the ancient stones were spilled across the stone floor.

There the crone leaned over the runes

that showed the unseen warrior’s path.

And so with invisible ink, she created a map

to find the crossed lovers path…

to find you.