{"id":106634,"date":"2019-06-28T02:12:12","date_gmt":"2019-06-28T07:12:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/?page_id=106634"},"modified":"2019-06-28T02:12:15","modified_gmt":"2019-06-28T07:12:15","slug":"the-great-hall-of-poets-december-2018","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/the-great-hall-of-poets-december-2018\/","title":{"rendered":"The Great Hall of Poets &#8211; December 2018"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\" style=\"text-align:center\"><strong>Princess of the Lavender Mist<\/strong><\/h4>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\" class=\"intro\">In the fading light of day,<br>she twirled her purple gown,<br>rippled by soft winds, she cast<br>aside her pine-tree crown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">As the stars came out,<br>as the darkness fell,<br>the princess of the fairyland,<br>went dancing through the dell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">In deep dark waves of violet,<br>through luminous lavender mist,<br>she flew above the forest,<br>searching for her prince to kiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">Calling to the silver stars,<br>singing to the full moon,<br>her flight through the night was long,<br>and morning would return soon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">So the princess left a message,<br>formed of tears she\u2019d cried,<br>so that her wandering prince<br>might read it, on his morning ride.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">The princess returned to the hill,<br>where she\u2019d cast aside her crown,<br>and back to sleep she went,<br>wrapped up in her purple gown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">In morning light a dawning,<br>her prince rode among the trees,<br>indeed he read her message,<br>glistening upon the leaves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">He waited until lavender,<br>once more painted the sky.<br>And long after the sun had set,<br>they danced long into the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">\u00a9 Copyright 2007 by Tom Frye<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p style=\"text-align:center\">~~ * ~~<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Princess of the Lavender Mist In the fading light of day,she twirled her purple gown,rippled by soft winds,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":82,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-106634","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/P1tLoH-rJU","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/106634","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/82"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=106634"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/106634\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":106635,"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/106634\/revisions\/106635"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.theonering.net\/torwp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=106634"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}