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Fairies Beguile Humans | #1 | ||
Into the garden walks a warrior
Down near the hill which is so steep He seeks the magic oak with chasm so deep Another world resides in its interior To see the fairies gate the trunk of a tree; Nothing but the magical oak is all he can see. Her skin was like the moonlight fair That enchanting vision with silvery hair. They met upon a golden summer night filled him with rapture and delight Her magic left him in a daze She vanished in a silver haze She haunts him in his every hour His life held subject to entrancing power He is thankful for the time they had but his longing for her drives him mad She is also sad you see longing for a life that can not be. In her land of vast delight She pines in memory of a golden night. He walks up to the tree to peep inside He yearns for those gates to open wide Her loveliness is like the moonlight In raptures He closes eyes in memory as her vision he recaptures And her cheeks prettier than roses in bloom Will a love so magical so magical end in doom She can not sing or play and dance. His laughing brown eyes hold her in trance She is was so pretty but pines away Her silver hair is turning gray Like the emphemeral water-lily, She withers away nights grow chilly She longs for his weathered and battle scarred face His arms of steel and his rapturous embrace. A thousand years to long too wait. He pines for her to beyond the gate. He sighs once more then drifts away The cold of night replaces warmth of day | ||||
Posted 07-06-2017, 06:57 AM |
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