Hidden deep, deep in the glen
Autumn winds blow and blow again
fallen leaves cover the ground
with magnificent color in the glen.
My Lord and Lady sadly depart the grounds
for the Great Room of the Castle Grand,
warmed by the fireplaces they stand soaking in the heat.
Lovers of the glen they be, Lord and Lady of Glenn Gaul Way
long their reign shall be, in the mystical, magic land.
In Autumn ‘twas when they met, years ago on a bet
twixt beggars in a far off land trading toads hand to hand.
The oath they uttered on a misty, cloudy night
deep and low in their throats in a language not complete,
nor understood by living modern man.
Two by day, six by night, whirl round the dragon’s cave,
half past midnight, turn the wheel, spin the rod, hold the toad
by its tail, magic oaths he does know and how doth the cock crow at dawn.
Muttering on into the night the spell they spun held rod iron tight.
Written on jewels and gold the very dragon did hold in the cove.
Two fair children in the land hold the specter in their hand
lowly beings though they be long held in secret royalty
humble in their sod abodes, dressed in rags and filled with gruel
these two humble servants shall grow to rule the castle grand in the vale of Glenn Gaul Way.
The magic slowly began to play on the fair ones in the village.
In Summer days when work was done just before dusk
off to the dragon’s cave they fled, peeking in that darken hole, to see the dragon’s eyes glow.
Hand in hand they marveled at his size and strength.
A glint by the dragon’s eyes led they to know he was not
to harm them in the cave. One warm evening just before fall of dusk,
he whispered to them to listen.
He began to sing a strange song.
“Two by day, six by night, whirl round the dragon’s cave,
half past midnight, turn the wheel, spin the rod, hold the toad
by its tail, magic oaths he does know and how doth the cock crow at dawn.
Muttering on into the night the spell they spun held rod iron tight.
Written on jewels and gold the very dragon did hold in the cove."
They grew to be a handsome couple dreaming of a better life.
Working hard in days light with just a second of play in the dusk and listen to the dragon.
Each time they came to the cove the dragon sang more of the song.
“Two fair children holding hands, living in the far off land,
grown to woman, and grown to man, hold the rod to rule the land.
Lowly lives do they lead, humble servants to the Lords and Ladies grand
ruling with a deadly cruel hand, iron fisted in their ways beatings, too, along the way.
Sad the children of this land, ragged clothes, and roughened hands.
But beauty cannot be hid.
So struggle on young lad and lassie
sing the chants the dragon sings
Watch the stars for any changing
odd bells a ringing in the land.
The curse will break, the land be free
from here on to eternity.
And the gentle land of Glenn Gaul Way
will last forever and a day.
Soaring Feather (c) 01.23.07
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