Aures, The Poetess For The Gods... Tale 1 Poem by Shaun Cronick

Summoned gently,
She walked bare-foot through the golden fields of Elysium, contented.
Her long red hair caught on gentle wisps of air, gliding.
Her hair matching her fiery defiant character, absolute.
They called down to her, their wayward muse, respected.
What honour can we bestow upon you, our daughter, token.
Nothing, I ask and seek no reward, only to serve, humble.
Very well, we ask of you now, not demand, a message for all, eternal.
A slight pause, and she replied, as you desire, determined.
With her thoughts her own, Aures turned and walked away, contented.