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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