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
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