[Soaring Feather]

The Glen of Glenn Gaul Way
The Crack of Dawn



Dawn awakens Glenn Gaul Way,
the cracking of the sound of day.
Day creatures come to life
while night creatures hide from light.

Birds of the night wing their way
to their havens, filled with dreaded, hairy mavens.
Given to clicking tongue,and rolling eyes, cackling sounds
from their withered throats surround
the dank, smelly holes of hell
inhabited by trolls with pointed toes
and an never ending dripping nose.

Eyes a fire, drooling tongues,
for them the fun has just begun.
News of the baby found in the glenn
has them seething to begin, the torture
of the little lad, whose toenails he never had.

My Lady feels a shiver in her bones, shaking her to her satin skin,
the creepy, crawling, hounds of hell
bray in the dungeon on the hill.
She knows the evil lurking there, in the mavens unholy share
of the peaceful, gorgeous, sun filled glen.
They've always been there to remind the denizens of
the glenn that evil lives and lives again.

My Lady's keen eye catches a glimpse, of Magic Merlin, hieing
up the path, his steady foot of mercury wings, passes by the other things.
The fawn feeding in tall grass, shivers from the wrath
emanating from Merlin's breathe, as he speeds along
to his task.
Day birds take to flight as the winds gust around
the magician trotting on the ground.

No harm, ho harm, the chant be heard
Merlin parsing out every word.
No harm, no harm, shall there be to the little
rag, wrapped babe there be.

He was born to riches, to rule Glenn Gaul Way
the mavens, trolls, will rue the day
any harm to come to him, the toe nail less Prince
the Wiz brought to them.


To be continued
bentfeather (c) 02.09.02

[Soaring Feather]

The Fairy Dance

She held the forest under a spell,
The Queen Fairy of the Glen.
The spell was cast in an act of retaliation.


The forest of the Glenn frozen from hem to hem
since the day she cast her spell
blast by blast of icy air, crystal beads
all things evil in the weeds.
With groaning from the lily pond,
agony of frozen bliss
spoken from the frozen lips
of warted toads, and lizard frogs.


She whispered in the Glenn a curse of wrath
upon his golden head,
in unhappiness he would rue,
the day he withdrew, his loving words from the air
and left her alone living there.




A century of frozen doom she uttered between parched lips.
Your golden head will not rest until the forest has been blessed
by the child of the Glenn.

The child of the Glen ragged, thin, and broken of limb
hovered near the castle wall, fearful of being seen at all.
Discovery of this waif lad, quite by a stroke of luck
by Magic Merlin of the Old.
His tutelage and care given over by My Lady of the Glenn,
her Lord did not return to her, for the battle did him in.
Her broken heart could not go on to fight the devils of the Glen
And so it came to pass the curse was laid out upon the grass.
My Lady aged became unkempt, the child uncared for left
to forage in the dell where the deer and creatures dwell.

Her shattered heart all but stopped beating in her breast.
Her faint heart turned to quest no more, for the her lover in the Glenn, her golden knight, of The Order of the Glenn.

One eve as My Lady fell to rest upon the golden crested bed
a dream upon her came, a dream that they would rule again.
My Lady left her bed and walked upon the carpets red
following the glowing light, taking her to her delight.




In her dream my Lady heard, her knight survived the dreaded foe
and lived to go another day.
For on this day the curse did end,
when home again her grand knight rode the highway to the Castle Grand of Glenn Gaul Way, the perfect land.




bentfeather (c) 02. 14. 06