The Tenth Day of April in the Year of our Lord 2014

13:00
In a night sky of purple swirls,
in deep wells where darknes curls.

Over the meadow,wet with dew,
sliding across the gargoyles charcoal hue.

A breeze curious to discover it´s way,
carefully making daffodil and ivy sway.

Up on a hill the Beast with an apprentis sit,
a tiny beeing-not more than a kit.

The breeze gently tousles the Beasts well groomed hair,
playfully purring in the young ones ear.

With a delightful sigh it continues it´s way through the night,
playing among the clouds and tree tops-happy as a kite.