The Eyes of Shallah part 17
The canyon had been chosen
To conceal this vast employ
Their sights and sounds invisible
So this night they could enjoy

Young Randson stood quite spellbound
So to see such reverie
On each and every face he saw
A look of inner glee

Each risomn fire exuded
The aroma of roasting meat
The Gend was flowing freely
As ever bitter, sweet

They milled from fire to fire
So to meet each that they could
Consumed there far more Gend
Than in truth they knew they should

Though this was now a time to celebrate
To bond and make all friend
They would need these new elegancies
For what soon would now transcend

As the risomn fires were dying down
Now just embers on the ground
Randson’s eye met on another’s
First he wondered what he’d found

Her eyes like limpid dew drops
Glimpsed from cross the dying fire
He couldn’t hide his wanting
His youthful fresh desire

He walked to her uncertain
Though he had to know her name
I am Shallah she told him
He knew he would never feel the same


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