Mandalas by Lisa Shea

I’m working on lyrics for a lyrics contest. Any ideas or suggestions?

From dusk-dappled depths rose the Lady Lake.
The midwinter moon shimmered silvery bright
She stepped lightly onto the quiet beach, and she
savored joy at the longest night.

From out of the wood rode a Nubian
who’d read this conflux in an ancient tome
The scholar’s long decades of studying
led them endless leagues to her hallowed home

War-weary warhorse took a cautious step
drawn by Nimue
knelt his leg and dropped his head, bas-
king in blessings gay

She raised up her hands high above her head
and sent charity singing through the land
and then, with a smile, she did slip away, leaving
moonlit beach and the glistening sand.

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