weeping dragons fly

to roost

having failed the quest.

Stained-glass sunlight

illuminates ancient parchment

with uncertainty's shadows.

after all...

prophecy must prevail

but

interpretation is the key

fawns frolic

and dryads dance

for tomorrow - perhaps

darkness may prevail.

Are you willing?

Can you shine?

Could you rise

should the future

beseech you to

be the one?