The Sacred Fount
04.02.25
Atop a rocky glen was crowned
A castle wrought in burnished gold
Its doors revealed a sacred fount
For rich and poor, young and old.
The fount sprang water clear and bright
Like crystals in a cavern's hold,
To drink it for the soul's delight
They trudged across the mountains cold.
As they drank, their weights grew light
These weary spirits brave and bold,
Their hearts were blessed with fortune's sight
To see beyond the earthly mould.