[Soaring Feather]

A black magic act was done
on the little elfin one,
a spell was casted upon her head
now nights are spent in total dread
of neer to see the rising sun
but cast in twilight for an eon.

A dim and ghostly life appears
upon the up and coming years
her magic now comes undone
with the setting of the sun.

A saddened fairy is her plight
spent watching all the fairy flight
to know not a lover dances for her
but the whirling, whining winds a blur.

bentfeather (c)

[Old Sarge]

Not for nothing does the Knight
also know the bard's mystique,
weaving Wyrd in ways just right,
to make the fate so bright, less bleak,

to banish a faithful elven lass
for such a dark thing to pass,
a knight cannot, will not suffer
for shall be shield, cloak and buffer,

Not in dreadful nights be spent,
but only in the dark of sleep
sighing slumber to dreams she went,
a pact and covenant shall keep,

Faithful guard of queenly pride,
woven words they cannot hide,
to wait and watch, for just that chance,
to wake with kisses, and rejoin the dance,
spell be thwarted, Wyrd be riven,
the bard with song, the night has driven,
and "Aure Entuluva!" in the elven tongue,
"Day Shall Come Again!"