By Aarron Mondello
2/12/2017
High upon a mountain
Built an age ago
Stands a marble fountain
That no longer flows
It’s said that in the past
Under the myriad stars
The crystal water flowed clear and fast
Pilgrims came from afar
They sipped the pristine droplets
As they knelt upon the ground
Lips pressed to a golden goblet
Their prayers barely made a sound
Tis said that if the gods were listening
When the travelers spoke their woes
A comet with its tail a glistening
Would be the sign to know
Heavy hearted many left
When no sign did they spy
Some would even jump from the cliff
When no comet graced the starlit skies
Upon one night way up high
A travellers question asked
For the well to come up dry
And it trickled that night its last
Why he asked this under the moon
No body can ever say
But the gods saw fit to grant his boon
And the fountain still runs dry today.
©Aarron Mondello2017
Featured image: Fountain of Youth by nisht
https://www.deviantart.com/art/FOUNTAIN-OF-YOUTH-77384266