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 stoped 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
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