When the mist rises up the cliffs by the sea
and the lightning slices through the sky
and the winds sweep the jagged slopes...
the ghostly figure of the once great knight
Bucket Head, will appear - standing on the edge
waiting and watching for his nemesis to come...
the great white dragon
As long as the air is charged with electricity
the two will battle on into the night
until the mist falls back into the sea
the lightning and the wind die down
then they will fade into the heart and imagination
as the sun pierces the horizon...
until the next time…
@milaniet Thank you, Milanie!
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