It Is All Just A Myth Understanding
Foreword:
To begin, please, make yourself comfortable, prepare yourself for a journey with me. This is a very long poem (some have called it epic, but I leave that to you, sweet reader, to decide), a fairy tale with a philosophical message; a poetical interpretation of real life events. A fairy tale that was my journal...but that's a different tale.
..now..... step into my world; the door has opened
REALITY CHECKED
On the breakwater, surrounded by sea
I'm reminded of my mortality.
Waves dash at me, winds slash at me.
I'm absolutely breathless;
impressed by something deathless.
My problems seem so small
in perspective not at all
important.
In my mind is where I find
I'm yet beset by thoughts. I'm blind;
for in my mind is where I find
Dragons.
I take a further peek inside
and find that sleeping Dragons hide.
All their dreams nightmares deserved.
I find I'm really quite unnerved
watching Dragons dream.
The sun came out and played today;
and chased the stormy clouds away.
It lightened up my inner space,
caressed my shoulders, neck and face.
I'm in such an altered mood,
with mellow thoughts and attitude;
because the sun is shining bright;
shining warmly with such light.
Drowsily my mind drifts free,
exploring subjective memory.
Dragon's are there, beware, take care.
(Also be quite wary of the ever fickle -Faery-)
As yet I do not know
what the Dragon will show;
I am afraid to further go
farther in or further know
the many levels hid below.
No longer can I hide,
a Dragon's at my side;
gently clawing me,
pointing out to me,
mirror reality.
Such a curiosity,
the Dragon shows my face to me.
Gently claws unloosing me.
The mirror mirrors reality.
I fell into sleep and the dream was deep.
I dreamed that long and sunny day.
I dreamed of Dragons and the -Fae-.
DRAGON
In a land so far away,
in a time so long ago,
stood a Prince and Dragon,
each other's mortal foe.
It's quite a sight
they fight with might.
The Prince a sword, the Dragon flames.
The Prince a shield, the Dragon claws,
slashing, fighting viciously.
The Prince responds and valiantly
attempts to win the fight
for he *knows* he's in the right.
The Dragon fights on mindlessly,
unconcerned with morality.
Just fighting to survive,
to keep her child alive.
No awards for bravery.
This is the Dragon's reality.
The Prince has flagging energy;
he's fighting now quite desperately.
He drops his sword and grabs his pack
and runs a few steps further back.
In his leather pack he found
a leather packet, still unbound.
Opening the folds with alacrity,
he holds up a mirror speedily.
Aloud to the Dragon, he's thusly spoken,
'A much traveled mirror and still unbroken,
will let you see reality.'
The Dragon's curiosity,
aroused, approached so cautiously
and gazed into the mirror.
Dragons see mirrors differently
than the way that humans see.
Past, present, future history
are presented simultaneously.
Curiosity killed the cat,
and it also killed that Dragon.
Her head imploded, her heart exploded.
Her corpse was hauled off with a wagon.
This left the Prince the victory
and assured his place in history.
The Prince got all the glory.
Thus sadly ends the Dragon's story.
UNICORN
In the forest where he was born,
white in body, face and horn;
the lesser beasts greeted the morn
saluting the baby Unicorn.
Momma Unicorn stands there swaying,
her baby softly, gently neighing.
Time moves on by, the baby grows,
budding in beauty like the rose.
Momma watches in quiet concern,
helping him find what he needs to learn.
One day she believes she truly knows,
when he leaves, when he goes,
he will not return again.
He ventures further and further for days,
and traveled alone exploring new ways.
He passed a farmer's wagon,
hauling off a Dragon.
Such a curiosity,
such a different sight to see.
He heard something cry out piteously.
'Oh please, kind sir, have pity on me,
Did you see the wagon?
Did you see the Dragon?
My Momma's dead, she's gone, she's gone.
My Momma's dead, I'm all alone.
May I walk with you awhile?
It would help, I'm just a child.'
The Unicorn's heart was very tender;
he knew that Dragon's hopes were slender.
Deep inside himself he thought;
'He's just a baby and still untaught;
but, he can learn and that's a lot.
I'll become his teacher.'
'Yes,' he spoke aloud,' you may walk with me.
I think I will be proud of your company.
Your eyes lack something in a smile,
yes, you may walk with me awhile.'
Thus they traveled on together.
Many adventures have they dared,
many conflicts have they shared;
traveling together.
The day started out so normally;
normal for them, but it wouldn't be
normal for you or normal for me.
The Dragon was flying, practicing dives;
the Unicorn was spying honeybee hives.
Suddenly he saw a bee.
First saw one, then two, then three.
'Oh no,' cried he, 'they're after me !'
So, he jumped into the lake,
hoping to escape.
While sinking quickly in that muck;
he tried so hard to get unstuck.
He tried to rise and couldn't,
his feet should move but wouldn't.
He neighed wildly in his fear,
hoping the Dragon above would hear.
In fear his body grew quite numb;
would the Dragon never come?
His vision was slowly turning black
when he felt a tug across his back.
Laying conscious on the beach,
glad the Dragon had been in reach.
'Dragon,' he said, 'deep thanks from me;
you deserve an award for bravery.
Give me a minute to catch some air;
then we'll go on, the question where?
Where further shall we still explore?
Yonder beckons nearest shore.
Which direction shall we take?
Will it be a big mistake?
Which direction shall we go?
What do all these questions show?
We won't know unless we go.
Let us go on then and explore;
let us find the farthest shore.'
PRINCESS
The Unicorn and Dragon traveled on together
and formed a partnership that only death would sever.
They explored new paths,
and explored new ways;
and collected years in their sheaves of days.
Till one fine day in summered fall
they chanced upon a castle tall
in disrepair and desolate.
It's broken boulders left to fate.
Passing by they heard a cry
coming from somewhere inside.
Far inside the castle wall
they could hear a lady call.
Bellowed the Dragon back out loud,
'If you need help we would be proud
to help you any way we can.'
The Princess, face tear stained with grief,
approached the window with relief.
Magic dies and lives reborn
in Dragon and in Unicorn.
Now she speaks in a tear struck voice,
'Perhaps you will help me, I have no choice
but to marry a Prince who's villainy
against you lives in infamy.
I want to run,
I want to fly,
I need to go,
I need to hide.
Will you help me, will you indeed
help me in my dire need?
I know much of his villainy
against the forest citizenry.
Slew he fox and Unicorn,
a Dragon and the mighty thorn
in his Princely side is that I,
his promised bride,
am not cooperating.'
The Dragon said,' Alright, let's go.
Let's leave before that Prince can know.
Climb down on this nearby boulder,
and grab the fins across my shoulder.'
She climbed,
she flew,
she went.
Who knew?
Presently she was missed.
The Prince was angry, and his fist
crashed onto the table.
'Go into the stable
and bring my noble beast.
We shall pursue. Who saw? Who knew?
We shall have our wedding feast.'
The Princess and the Dragon flew;
the Unicorn white streaking through.
Gazing down the Princess said,
'Look at where our flight has led.
We should land here and rest
so we'll be at our best.
I'll invoke a healing spell
that will make us strong and well.'
Next thing they knew they were jerked awake.
The Prince stood before them and around the lake
sentries were standing guard.
The Princess, with great fear, awakes,
saying 'Prince, you've made some big mistakes,
you can pursue but you can't take
what I haven't offered you.'
She spoke to invoke Momma Dragon's return.
'This is our strength and this is our power.
Now is the moment and now is the hour.
I know life goes on potentially
nothing dies in reality;
it just seeks another level.
Momma Dragon, come to me,
the Prince is here in villainy.
Come, your own avenger be.
Honoured Dragon, come to me.'
Momma Dragon with a roar,
crashed right through dimension's door.
She blasted the Prince with her fiery breath
till a cinder was left and in his death
he seeks another level.
Magic has rules and they all bind.
Payment must be made in kind.
Momma Dragon flew back through the door
and where the Unicorn had stood he stood no more.
'I am on a grand adventure.' he cried as he left.
'Stand tall, stand strong, stand free. You are not bereft.
You will always have me
in your living memory.
Behold, my wings, I now can fly !
Goodbye, dear friends, farewell, don't cry,
perhaps we'll meet again.'
The Dragon and Princess stood alone
then he quickly flew her home.
'Dragon' said she,' please, stay with me;
till I present your award for bravery.
I know you're sad, I know you're crushed
by your friend's death but now you must
continue on, he'd want it thus.'
In his head he often heard
echoes of the Princess's words.
'I know you're sad, I know you're crushed
by your friend's death but now you must
continue on he'd want it thus .'
She'd continued on in a humble voice.
'The Unicorn made the bravest choice;
acting with such bravery,
indeed, he paid the price for me.
I will grant a boon to you,
for what the Unicorn did
and you can do.
Any time, any task,
if you need help, then you just ask,
any day, any hour,
I will grant what's in my power.'
The Dragon spoke, 'I feel the same,
you helped avenge my mother's name.
If there's ever anything I can do;
let me know and I'll come for you.'
Then like the Unicorn before
he traveled on and met no more
creatures of his heart.
PEGASUS
In another part of this far away land,
a blue Pegasus stood and around him stand
the elders of the Pegasus.
Stern and directly spoke they thus.
'We need you to leave, we need you to go
where your difference won't matter
and we won't know.
Thusly we'll give this choice to you,
where you go and what you do
will be of your own devising.
We're doing this amicably,
we're a civilized society.'
The group was civil, themselves prided such;
they knew that they hated, but not that much.
So, he had to go, he had to fly
scarce visible, so blue like sky.
Away he went, away he flew.
No one cared, no one knew.
He flew on blindly,
his thoughts unkindly
thinking.
Distracted by thoughts, disharmony
distracted him, he didn't see
the Dragon.
THE DRAGON? ! ?
He couldn't stop, he couldn't hide,
he flew into the Dragon's side.
'My apologies, I didn't see
you flying there, I was unaware
of your location, for you see my situation
has distracted me incredibly.
I do hope you have not been hurt
'cause I forgot to stay alert.'
Courageously, spoke he thus,
though he was scared, the Pegasus
spoke unto the Dragon.
'Hello there little winged horse;
you're a Pegasus, of course.
You look a sorry sight to me;
whatever can your problem be?'
The Dragon paused, back winged a bit,
'That funny sound, did you hear it?
I feel the Princess call to me,
I must go immediately.
Perhaps you'd like to come with me
for a chance, perhaps, at bravery?'
The Princess looked up in the sky
and saw the Dragon flying by.
'Dragon,' she cried, 'you came to me;
just where I needed you to be.
There's a letter I need to send
written to my special friend.'
The Dragon said in a graveled tone
'I can help you, I'm not alone.
Come down here, blue Pegasus;
let the Princess see you thus.
You're invisible against the sky
and you can get this letter by.'
'Welcome, creature, enter in,'
thusly then, did she begin
to relate her story.
'Are you seeking glory? We need your help with this.
she continued with her story,' The problem simply is
there's a letter we need to send,
written to a royal friend.
There's danger no doubt,
getting in and out
of his kingdom may pose a challenge.
Will you help us in our need?
We will reward you well indeed.'
The Pegasus gave a sad little neigh.
'Of course, I'll help you any way
I can but you must understand,
I'm exiled from my native land.
My society has exiled me
for my difference shows quite visibly.
If they could know, if they could see;
what can I do, what should it be?
Of course, I'll help you willingly.'
He flew away quickly and soon came back.
A Prince astride him dressed in black.
'Princess dear, I have come here
to help restore your land.'
He flourished his hat, he bowed down low
and then he kissed her hand.
She said, 'I knew I could count on you;
and I knew you'd know just what to do.'
Turning to the Pegasus,
the Princess smiled and spoke out 'Thus,
I know your situation,
I know just what to do.
We'll extend an invitation
to your friends and family too.
They will know for they will see
you receive this award for bravery.
They will see and they will know;
it's good to have a difference show.
Your difference makes you special
and makes you so unique.
When you fly up in the sky;
you're playing hide and seek.'
CENTAUR
A Centaur of course, half woman, half horse;
very learned, very wise, very quick to sympathize.
She's been with the Princess such awhile,
since the Princess was a child.
She's been with the Princess for so long,
she taught her right, she taught her wrong
and how to tell the difference.
She'd studied medicine and taught her,
like a mother for a daughter,
how to invoke a healing spell
and many other things as well.
The Princess had sent the Pegasus
to seek the Prince, the problem was
her father was truly sick in bed;
barely living and almost dead.
She sent a letter to the Prince
and the king's got worse, not better since.
He called her to his side;
first he spoke then she replied.
'Dear daughter, you have no degree
from any university,
but, I realize you're very wise
for one so young.
You know much no doubt of what the world's about.
Till I'm well again you'll be the one to reign.'
The Princess was shocked.
'Father, such talk.
I'm really scared to do what you're asking me to.'
He looked at her sadly, the Princess felt badly.
'All right, ok.' said she, 'If that's the way it has to be,
then that's the way I'll do it then.'
(Inside she thought, 'This is a test
and I have got to do my best.')
She'd slowly walked across the floor
and stepped outside the opened door.
The Prince stood there and many more
were gathered about. There is no doubt
this was a solemn occasion,
such a sombre situation.
'My father, as you know, is ill in bed
and he wants me to rule in his stead
'till once again he's well again.'
Turning to the Prince she said,
'Indeed, my father's ill in bed;
I need a hero for a quest.
(tis what heroes do the best)
Does this challenge fill your need;
to seek and find a sacred weed?
My father is so ill
and this herb surely will heal him.'
(Inside she thought, this is a test
and he has got to do his best.)
'Don't worry. I'll hurry.' says he,
'I'll be back as quick as can be.
Till then adieu, till I see you.
I'm embarking on your quest.
I'm giving you my very best.'
The Centaur stood by the Princess now
'If I can be of aid somehow,
if I too can help you,
let me know what to do.'
The Princess sighed and then replied,
'Help my father and ease his pain.
Help the king get well again.'
Then they saw a little boat.
Almost not, but still afloat,
floating in their bay not very far away.
Using a rope and oar
they pulled the boat to shore.
Magick had kept this boat afloat.
A wooden chest lay in this boat.
They opened the chest and took a look,
and found a note and found a book.
Speaking to the gathered crowd;
the Princess read this note aloud.
Read this tale, I beg of you.
Every word of this is true.
Gentle reader, heed my plea.
Come and be of aid to me.
Please don't let this go unheeded;
your help in this is sorely needed.
There is a wicked -Fae-
who flies free to this day;
causing grief beyond belief.
-She- truly is a wicked -Fae-.
-She- seeks to hurt, -she- seeks to slay.
I do not have long for hate makes -her- strong.
Read this tale, I beg of you.
Every word of this is true.
blind poet
Here, -There-, Everywhere
(illusions and delusions)
Some pieces fit with such perfection;
others are merely misdirection.
This misdirection led the way
to what I know about the -Fae-.
This is the -way- of these -Faery Folk-.
-They're- merely will-o-wisps of smoke.
-They're- insubstantial as human ghosts.
-They- speak and act through human hosts.
These -Faes- are haughty, nasty, cruel.
The -Gentry- class, the -ones- who rule,
know well how to weave a spell.
How -they- do it I can not tell.
Tis -darker Magick- that -they're- using,
this is why it's so confusing.
-They're- masters of -glamours- and -delusions-.
-They're- creators of such grand -illusions-.
How skillfully -they- play this game;
though small in -number- and few in -name-.
Though -they- have no hours,
-they're- given unto -powers-
the like no mortal men,
except for now and then,
can ever know.
Apart from -them- stood the -House of one-,
the things -he'd- seen,
the things -he'd- done,
can not be talked about;
and when -he- walked about the earth,
cannot be known.
A -Dark Fae Prince- is -he-
the very epitome
of everything a -Prince- should be.
(Tis a very strange thing
that -he's- not a -Faery- king
until -he- wears a wedding ring.)
I don't know -his- name;
I don't know the game
-he- is playing,
and -he- is not saying,
because I do not think -he- can
reveal it to a mortal man.
I was assuming -he- was human,
until I learned the truth,
unknowing of the proof,
that -he- is -Fae-, there is no way
to reconcile the two.
-He- traveled the roads, highways and waters
meeting sisters, mothers and daughters.
Watching the dance hidden away.
Wanting it too in the strongest way.
-He- so wants to live, to love, to dance.
-He- desires to give and get romance.
-He- wants so very much,
-he's- longing for a touch.
-He- yearns and burns with passion's fires.
-He- desires, -he- desires.
In -his- fashion,
all -his- passion
is a candle flame,
and a different -game-.
-He's- been so lonely wishing if only
-his- lady fair, beyond compare,
would reciprocate in kind
the feelings -he- will find
in human arms.
-He- has such strong feeling
-he- thinks -he's- not revealing.
It burns in -him- a hidden fire;
the mortal maiden's -his- desire.
-He- sent her a sonnet
with -his- words written on it.
Declaring love beyond -his- ken,
the love that's known to mortal men;
the love -his kind- but hopes to find.
Is the -game- worth the flame;
will naught remain
but a memory?
Aye, -he- feels the pain.
So does she, once again.
'Aye,' she sighs 'is this reality
what it appears to be?
I feel -he's- real, and though I doubt,
so much else; I know about
-his- reality is very real to me.
It's been so strange,
I've been so changed,
my life's been all so rearranged;
yet -he- stands with me.'
'Aye,' she sighs,' reality
has been changed in all for me.'
Aye, they're both so sad,
wishing that they had
a clear path, a way through.
They do not know what they need to do.
She looks at -him-.
-He- looks at her.
They're standing there still so unsure.
-He- gazes into -his- beloved's eyes;
sad to see, to realize
the truth of all she says.
Indeed, though -he- feels dejected,
in need she has now accepted;
her coming place in -society-.
-She'll- be -his queen- and -he- will be
-her- ever constant -king-;
but, this does not mean a thing
until she dies.
Aye, there's the bit of all of it
that scares her so,
ensnared by love
she struggles so
against the coming consequence,
for all have lost their commonsense.
-He- is frightened and so is she
by the feeling's enormity.
Of this no good can come;
for the -place- where -he- is from
watches -him- carefully;
punishing -his- every crime,
constantly, every time.
-His- people came into the game.
The game is on; the gloves are gone.
The moon is almost full
and winter's dreary pull
is near to breaking.
The -Faeries- are now making
plans for war.
The -leaders- of the -Faery Folk-
in solemn -Councils- met and spoke.
The -House of one- now stands inside.
'-We've- not sought......to punish human pride;
for they can't touch -us- where -we- abide.
-I- say -we- ignore the mortals once more;
for all their lack of common sense,
their actions have no consequence.
If harm is done to -anyone-
-we- can change this choice to stand aside.
-We- are the -ones- who will decide.'
They are not aware
that -we- are here
and -we- are there.
They are truly unaware
that -we- are everywhere.'
Yet, -they- are gathered once again
in the darkness, on the plain.
A gay panoply, a bright heraldry.
The -crowd-, the cries, the noise belies
the order within this chaos.
Now what of the humans? What are they doing?
Their councils met, and planned a war;
read some books and read some more
and gathered mighty allies in.
(I stood with the mortal and the -Fae-
was there ever any way
I could not or would not?
I can not say.)
Thusly did we all begin
the Greater Magick once again.
We thought out offensives.
We were not defenseless.
Instead of fighting we talked and planned
and even dealt with a mortal man,
who proclaimed himself our enemy;
a threat we all took seriously.
A merely mortal Necromancer
consulted his gods to find the answer.
He had the nerve, the bloody pride
to declare outright genocide!
With much petition, you see, I had sought
a small intercession on the enemy's part;
for once upon a time he was a friend of mine.
He said he knew, he then withdrew;
then came again with threats anew.
This poet knew a friend or two,
and had some thoughts on what to do.
I called an ally, who called him back,
then forced him off of his attack.
We fought with words victoriously
and won a righteous victory.
Though there was extreme alarm,
we followed the Path and did no harm.
No blood soaked into the ground.
We left no bodies laying 'round.
The allies were thanked,
and gratefully ranked.
The medals said *Our Hero!!*.
Indeed they were.
Indeed they are.
Indeed the chance is zero
that they could bear to stand apart
that once had stood together.
Friends of the heart
they were indeed,
friends in stormy weather.
The world of men never knew
how truly close it came to
total devastation and full annihilation.
Most men were unaware
of this danger present there.
At this time it makes more sense
to leave them in ignorance.
Of the -Gentry- there's not much known.
It's quiet now, the peace has grown.
-Somewhere Else-
(misdirections and deceptions)
Thus rumors flew
as rumors do.
I spoke to the -House of one- again.
'-You've- learned much good of humans then.
We've all learned much, I must confess,
-you- helped us with that mortal mess.
Of the -Houses-, what have -you- heard?
What is brewing, what has occurred?'
'In -their- ignorance and pride,
-some- speak again of genocide.
The -Council- meets once more
to prepare -themselves- for war.'
Then the -Dark Prince- goes on to say
in -his- dark and poetical way.
'Still, by all the nations proved;
-I- have stood and not been moved;
but shall -I- stand continuously?
Is there naught to be relief for -me-?'
Then -he- went away.
The -pain- was great, -he- could not stay.
-He- brought -his- mortal lass a ring,
truly, such a wondrous thing.
To remind her of -his- love
and to remind her of
her ever future duty;
she ever walks in beauty
and ever in -his- love.
She took the ring off, she was afraid.
She truly found the loss outweighed
any hope of any gain.
Can she cope with all this pain?
She was so sad and aye, she cried;
felt so lost and so belied.
It comes to pass this mortal lass
is feeling such regrets
because she never lets
herself believe in love.
Thusly it has come to pass
more mortal males pursue this lass.
She relates she 'Hates it.'
She wears -his- ring again.
The question is when shall she come across?
When will the virtues outweigh the loss?
When o when shall she pass on?
She will be missed when she is gone.
Many harass the mortal lass;
many are 'nice' and offer advice.
'Forget the -Fae- and come away.'
is what they have been heard to say.
Alas the lass can not do this.
Her reality is simply this,
because of love she lives,
and when she is through
what she needs must do,
then because of life she'll die;
as mortals do, though none know why.
-His- people now gather on -his- land.
Smiles nearby and swords to -hand-.
-They- have the look of common -folk-.
That's a lie, I know -they- cloak
-their- strength in ragged clothing.
'Why are -they- there? Are you aware?'
I *look* at -him-. I look at her.
They're still so badly insecure.
In each other there's a doubt;
I truly know too much about.
For the same doubt is in me.
Can we know reality?
-They- practice fighting and -blood- is spilled
thus the prophecy's fulfilled.
-They- salute -their- queen for -she- is there.
The mortal lass so wise and fair,
stands by -his- side, -his- promised -bride-.
-They- drank -their- wine to celebrate
for -their- joy is truly great.
Then she spoke of this to me.
'-His people- thus saluted me.
I was greeted as the -queen-.
Ai, the wonders I have seen.'
'-He- has depths of love -he- feels;
It's true -he- does and thusly seals
-his- love for you with honor.
Ai, the wonders you have seen.
You were saluted as the -queen-.'
Unto the -Council- the -Dark Prince- has flown
and left -his- mortal lass alone.
In the judgment -they- have given;
so much stands that's unforgiven.
'In answering human questions
-your- subtle misdirections
gave too much information,
and human eyes have seen
what should have never been
seen by human eyes.
For some humans realize,
without proof of any truth,
some are aware
that -we- were there.
It does appear
they know -we're- here.
-Your- name is known
forth with -you've- shown
a lack of proper judgment.
If -you- stand with the humans, so be it then,
-we- will punish the world of men;
and in so doing punish -you-.
It's the least that -we- can do.'
I gasped aloud and stepped aside.
So thunderstruck, indeed I cried,
'Why?' I cried 'Oh, why indeed?
This serves no purpose, fills no need.
Many might perish, many indeed.
The cloths are ready, for bodies bleed.'
I called unto the mortal lass.
'Surely, this can't come to pass?'
What can be done, what can we do?
What course allow, what path pursue?'
As -Fae- fight -Fae- the mud is fed
-their- dark red -blood-. The bloodied -dead-
are cast like runes upon the ground
wherein no good fortune's found.
Then the -bodies- melt away
to resurrect another day.
-They- melt into the ground
and thus no trace is found.
The -Gentry- do not fear -their- death
There is no end and no last breath.
-They- travel on for fear is gone.
If I could but write a note to -them- this is what I'd write.
'There is no need for hostility, there is no need to fight.
Why ever did we all begin?
To play this game is not to win.
I've explored -your- history
though much is cloaked in mystery.
Once upon a time, the humans and -the folk-
often were together and together often spoke.
Now even the humans have forgotten at last
what happened in that murky past.
The change -you- fear is ranging near.
If -you- wish to burn in our fashion
then -you- must learn more of our passion.
See, what the -House of one- has done;
made a path that -anyone-
can follow.'
-Their- history is merely tales
merely words and truly fails
to make a difference.
For the blood -they're- so proud of
that flows in -their- veins
never were the purest strains.
For our blood too flows though,
as does the blood of deities,
thusly say our histories;
as -their-blood flows through us.
If that makes a difference.
The power that is an hour
shaped human destiny
and formed our history.
Time belongs to the humans then.
Though we are but mortal men,
our strength is in out history.
That's the greatest mystery,
-they- ponder of, -they- wonder of,
and sadly yet know nothing of.
Could -they- desire our fire,
our passion's flame?
Do -they- need us to play -their- game?
Aye, it's true, I believe -they- do.
-They- desire our fire,
-they- yearn to burn.
In our fashion all our passion
is a candle flame.
Yet, -moth-, are we to blame?
Though there's still some reasonable doubt,
I know what this battle's about;
plainly and simply,
-they- desire our energy.
There would never be
a problem truthfully,
if -all- merely asked permission
and perhaps sought an invitation
before planning an invasion
of any human host.
I think -all- should be watched quite carefully
and -all- treated accountably.
I only desire that good prevail;
that righteousness win,
and evil fail.
Of our -allies- in the -field-
much does all -their- efforts yield.
Thus, -they- fight for us.
Tis strange but true I know -they- do.
-They- fight -their own- but not alone.
Many -Houses- gather, many -Houses- fight,
tis a -cast of thousands- fighting with such might.
-Elsewhere-
(confusion to the enemy)
The lass spoke of her -Dark Prince- to me,
with pride she spoke of -his- bravery.
'War, or something near it,
truly brightened up -his- spirit.
Like lightning -he- struck
with a blade -he- flew.
Indeed with lightning luck -he- slew
many of a -multitude-,
laughing !
-His- blade flashed darkly in the light.
In -his- glory, such a sight.
As -his- blade flashed through
-heads- and -bodies- flew.
-They- fought on for a month of days.
More -blood- was spilled as -Faes- fought -Faes-.
A sea of swords upraised,
and -enemies- in waves,
attacked the -sea- heroically.'
-They- all have seen the -House of one-
The way -he- fought, the war -he- won.
-They- know -he- fought for us
fought to make a difference
and fought because of love.
The simple reason why -they're- fighting
is -they- find battle quite exciting.
The reason for this season remains unseen
by the -common ones- who've never been
noted for -their- minds.
Again one sadly finds
another commonality
shared with some humanity.
-They- met in -Councils- and -many- spoke.
Do -they- still mock us human folk?
Years ago in times past, we were mocked, we were cast
into objects of fun, by the -Fae- to a -one-.
Twas merely in fun, no real harm was done.
Now the -Council- includes
in it's -multitudes-
the voice and vote of the -House of one-
for -they- too had seen the things -he'd- done.
I am ever wary
of this ever fickle -Faery-.
Truly one day, I heard this -one- say,
'-I- would give up -my- kingdom,
-my- rank, -my- fame,
-my- vassals, -my- House,
-my- very -name-;
just to feel a human's pain
is worth any loss to gain.'
-His- words truly shocked me.
I thought that -he- mocked me.
For I still don't understand
what -he- sees in a man.
As humans we are promised pain
and that is it, naught will remain;
not even skin which keeps pain in.
Men act, men feel, men think,
men's lives are but a blink.
Carpe diem, we mortals say.
Seize the moment, seize the day,
tomorrow has no guarantee;
and yesterday is history.
So how could any -Fae-
ever wish to feel this way?
-He- wants to be a mortal, then,
to join the race of mortal men.
Every mortal needs a quest;
it's what mortals do the best.
What quest is best to test this -one-?
What can -he- do? What can be done?
There is a wicked -Fae- who flies free to this day.
-She- has caused grief beyond belief.
It truly seems -she- haunts my dreams.
'-They're- not your words!'-she- flung at me.
(and truly the words were gone from me
for a moment and a time
there just wasn't any rhyme)
'You've no right in any way
to say anything of any -Fae-.
-I- command thy pen be stilled,
for thusly -I- have willed.'
I dreamed, I screamed, I then awoke.
Just like a knife, the words -she- spoke
cut at me in memory.
Dreams it seems beset my mind
and I'm yet beset I find.
I cannot still my hand.
I cannot still my voice
-She- doesn't understand,
that I do not have a choice.
If -she- tries to stop me and still this pen;
then -she- has made some choices then.
The spells around me are cast with love.
Something -she- knows too little of.
The -others- have said
these words must be read.
Many have willed
this pen not be stilled.
The -Dark Prince- came in tears to me,
'You must write this history.
Your dreams, it seems,
set -me- on a quest.
'Tis what heroes do the best.'
Strangely now -I- have forgotten
where -I-went or where -I've- gotten
these jewels in -my- hand,
came from some foreign land.
After much cajolery
a Dragon gave three scales to -me-.
-I- had -my- jewelers make
a precious thing to take
unto -my- queen for she has been
all -I've - wanted in a queen.
Upon -my- journey's return
-I- helped some *others* learn
some priceless advice.
Now these *elven* few
Are -our- allies too.
So fear not, dear friend,
perhaps you should send
the tale on it's way
away from the -Fae-.'
I thought a lot on what -he'd- said.
Perhaps it's time the tale was read
by others far away.
I fear this -Lady Fae-.
I truly fret, I feel this threat.
I wrote a note and found a boat.
I'll place the book into the boat
and on the top I'll place this note.
Where will this go, to friend or foe?
Who will read these words of mine?
Will any help arrive in time?
Just Cause
The Princess's voice trailed away,
truly the words were hard to say.
She spoke up in a louder voice,
'We must act now, we have no choice.'
The Dragon spoke, 'I think, somehow,
we all must help this poet now.
We need more information
on how stands this situation.'
He spoke. 'Please, at my request,
invoke my mother to join this quest.'
'I will and shall.' the Princess spoke
and began the words that would invoke
the Dragon to return.
Now Momma Dragon with a roar
crashed back through dimension's door.
He said, 'Momma, you've come back to me,
now we must fly immediately.'
Then bowing with a creaky sound,
he placed his wing upon the ground.
'Princess, I believe, we truly must leave.
Time is paramount, I fear,
time is of the essence here.
Following the currents of the sea
will lead us back on this boat's journey.'
They went, they flew, to then pursue
this noble quest, a quest so new.
Flying high and patiently
they followed the currents of this sea.
They reached the coast of this boundless sea
and saw a land of diversity.
The Princess called out 'Look below,
there's the maiden, -Dark Prince- and -foe-.
In the shadows to the side
does the -Lady Fae- now hide?
They saw the -Dark Prince- with his lady fair,
fighting an -evil- beyond compare;
an -evil- that this -Lady- sent,
an -evil- -she- did implement.
The -evil one- faltered when the Dragons flew by
for they looked so huge against the sky.
This momentary distraction,
quite altered the situation.
The lass drained the -evil's- energies,
to lower -it's- abilities.
The -Dark Prince's- blade like lightning flew
like lightning struck, again -he- slew
and cut -it's- every part asunder.
The lass was amazed and filled with wonder.
-He- put -it's- head into a box
then sealed it with -Magick- locks.
Of energy bereft
they turned and slowly left.
They never knew that Dragons flew
in the sky that day, the mortal and -Fae-
were unaware of Dragons there.
The -Lady- too was unaware
of any danger present there.
-She- watched the -Fae- and maiden leave
and cursed aloud, so quick to weave
an evil spell to thus compel
the servitude of the -House of one-
for the things -he'd- said and the things -he'd- done;
the servitude of this -Prince of Faes-,
for the rest of -his- lengthy days.
The Princess screamed '-She- must be stopped!'
Suddenly both Dragons dropped
flaming from the sky.
*Sadly* much too late -she -turned
for like a cinder coal -she- burned.
Now -she- is gone forever
unless the -Council- ever
grant the needed permission
for -her- further resurrection.
There were ashes on the ground,
ashes all around.
Sadly naught remained of,
naught could be regained of,
the blind poet, sad to tell,
perished in the flames as well.
It was an accident,
there was no ill intent,
it was never meant to happen.
The moment came and passed on
naught is left for hope is gone.
The -House of one- by death undone
made an -heir- of the poet's son.
Shocked into disbelief
the poet's son still stands in grief.
'In a way she's not gone,
for her words still live on.
Many more words are ours to find
in 'The Flowers For and from the Blind'.
She wrote these words upon the wall
knowing that the gods watched all.'
They took a look and found this book
and read the works therein.
It's hoped they will begin
to learn much more than they knew before.
Crystal Ball
They're still standing in that battle place,
no smiles are found on any face.
The Princess herself looked around
at the ashes on the burnt out ground;
and saw a sacred weed, a sacred herb indeed.
A healing plant whose very leaves
would surely heal, so she believes.
Back to the kingdom again they flew.
The Centaur made a healing brew
and the king then drank it sip by sip
and from his face his illness slipped,
and from his body too.
His health returned as his strength renewed.
Now, what of the Prince?
He's not been seen since
he embarked upon his quest.
(tis what heroes do the best)
For this reason he failed the test
though all were sure he tried his best.
The Princess scried her crystal ball
and of the worlds it revealed all.
She read the cards they too revealed
secrets now too long concealed.
For again a mortal magic man
Has newly hatched a nasty plan
to destroy the -House of one-,
for something -he'd- not done.
Again in ignorance and pride
he speaks again of genocide;
and once again, naught remain
to stop his fearful plan.
There exists no mortal man
who could or would or can.
It seems he dreams of victory;
but truly this is not to be.
He will win, he will prevail.
and in winning he will fail
I fear the coming consequences
the Necromancer's lost his senses.
She further pondered, and truly wondered.
Are these the shadows indeed of the things that might be
or is this mere possibility?
Are these shadows cast in stone?
Will he truly stand alone
surrounded by his dead?
Is there another way instead?
The Magician turns to his Princess fair,
'Your Majesty, please be aware.'
Your Majesty, by your leave,
the time has come I now believe,
if I'm not mistaken,
that an action should be taken.'
'I shall write a letter unto the -House of one-
then I shall write another when that letter's done.'
'Greetings -House of one-
we've noted what -you've- done.
For we've read a tale that spoke of -you-
in glowing terms, a tribute to
-your- constance and -your- love.
Tell me how the -kingdom- stands,
is all well within -your- lands?
I know of -your- enemy, his plight is very plain to me
I find he's blind within his mind and in this night I offer light.
I will write a note to this Necromancer
and then I shall await an answer.
Further, did -you- give permission
for the -Lady's- resurrection?'
'Greetings mortal Necromancer,
I am one who seeks an answer.
In dreams, it seems
your fate's foretold.
A prophecy from days of old.
You will win, you will prevail
and in winning you will fail.
On fields of stone and flame charred bone
truly you will stand alone.
With innocent blood the ground's been fed
the innocent blood of the innocent dead.
Why would any mortal choose
to win and in the winning lose?
There's still time left to withdraw your threat.'
He replied in poetry,
a true curiosity.
'Who are you to speak to me?
You speak but lies, it's plain to see.
Whoever do you think you are?
You've tried my patience much too far.'
To no surprise he then goes on
to rationalize what he had done.
Alas, now it comes to pass
the Princess turned her heart away;
and though the words were hard to say,
she wrote again
to this mortal man.
'Greetings again, Necromancer
your letter truly was no answer.
I care and am aware
of many dangers present there,
I thought it fair to tell you.
You answered with insults,
and these are the results.
In my house I hold
the prophecy of old;
the prophecy foretold.
Innocent blood on the battle ground;
what you give out, comes back around.
The innocent blood of the innocent slain
cries out for justice, once again.
Why is winning so hard to choose?
Why ever do you choose to lose?
Magick has rules and they all bind
Payment must be made in kind.
Once again, Necromancer
we do require your answer.'
She then wove a spell
that she knew quite well.
A candle burning in the night
truly casts the greater light.
She gazed in the ball and saw it all.
She saw the evil Necromancer
distraughtly writing out his answer.
'Enough of this nonsense, I've stated my case.
You make little sense, as do none of your race.
If war it is to be then war it is.
My position is simply this;
I am right, you are wrong.
You are weak, I am strong.
By my art, I've torn apart
the bindings that you made.
With my trusty blade
mere spider webs.
I do not fear you and the things you do.
Cease these endless mumblings
these posturings and stumblings.
The spell is cast
this is my last communication.'
The court magician then cast a spell
a Magick spell he knew quite well.
She called the magician to her court,
and thusly he's made his report.
'I've cast a spell and will not tell
what spell it is I've cast,
fear not, the problem's past.
-They- can not stand within our land
even to the border land.
Our people are protected but that's to be expected
from one of my fame.
She gazed into the crystal ball
once again, it revealed all.
She *saw* the little priest;
who had been the -Lady's- *beast*
He had been the -Lady's- host;
and in tears had paid the most.
Yet, he still lives and he forgives -her-.
The Princess wrote another note.
'Little priest it seems we share
knowledge of the -other's- there.
*I* have a tale you need to read.
Questions are answered well, indeed.
It is to your advantage, sir
You're a player and always were.
Do not be afraid
this is not a world we made.'
Truly it's with small surprise
that the little priest replies.
'What is this tale I need to read?
Can any mere tale have the answers I need?
However are *you* so aware
that I have any questions there?
Perhaps word's been heard of my -Lady Fae's- fate.
Surely it is not too late.
I guess, I digress, I apologize
I further wait for *your* replies.'
The Princess wrote this little note.
'Little priest *I* greet you,
*I* am so pleased to meet you.
The tale begins within *my* land;
it's not just *mine*, you understand.
For *I* see a great wrong in the kingdom today.
It's been there so long and it won't go away.
The crime this time is ignorance,
and *I* seek through rhyme to find the sense.
That is the way of poetry;
yet can the blind be made to see?
There is no doubt, *I* know about
the questions that you feel.
You question what is real.
For the same doubt is in *me*,
can we know reality?
Read this tale *I've* sent to you,
every word of this is true. '
A note then arrived from the -House of one-.
-He- wrote of Magick that had been done.
'Your Majesty, -I'm- delighted to
finally be meeting you.
Your magician cast a courtly spell,
-my- compliments he does them well.
In -our Council- a choice has been made.
To interfere, -we- now have bade
the return of the -Lady Fae-
from the darkness to the day.
At this present time -she- is guilty of no crime.
It's been so long -she's- done aught wrong.
-She- has permission to cause chaos and strife
but -she- may not end his life.
Thus -she- approaches the Necromancer
like a surgeon to a cancer.
His energy is sweet to -her-,
Verily meat and drink to -her-.
So -she- prolongs the play, like a cat with it's prey.
He sees what's not there,
and he talks to the air.
He is in a sea of his own devising,
for he did not do the wise thing.
In his land they understand,
the sickness one can't see
can destroy one utterly.
They have the resources to deal with such;
they have the skills to deal with much,
and deal with him they will.
The humans have names for ones such as he.
They have methods and madness, hopes and degrees.
He shall be dealt with efficiently.
Now, has any word been heard?
Has aught else now occurred?
Pray tell me this, is aught amiss?'
The Princess then wrote another note unto the -House of one-
'Greetings again -House of one-.
Can -you- tell what has been done?
What has arisen? What has occurred?
Have -you- heard any word?'
A letter came from the -House of one-
carried by the poet's son.
'The news is grand -I'm- pleased to say.
All are allied with the -Fae-.
Peace has come and been maintained.
Peace that had but moments reigned,
peace has come throughout the -lands-;
for the moment, peace now stands.
Of the -Lady Fae-, there is not much to say.
-She's- not been seen since -she- eloped with -her- Prince.
(He espied -her- from afar with such longing in his heart.
-Her- smile became his star for they were worlds apart)
This truly bodes well for the little priest.
From -her- fetters he's been released.
The only fetters he now will find
are the ones he's chosen within his mind.
Let -me- introduce you to the one
who carried this note, the poet's son.
For thusly it has come to pass
he has met -my- mortal lass.
He made a promise and gave his word,
that never would the thought occur
to hurt or harm or hinder her.
But -I- would truly appreciate your report
on his conduct within your court.
From the very depths of all that's known
-my- gratitude would then be shown.
-I- thank you for your courtesy,
it truly means the worlds to -me-.'
The Princess, Centaur and the poet's son
were then joined by the -House of one-.
The magician stood by the Princess's side,
and she by his with steadfast pride.
The -Lady Fae- has now returned;
by -her- princely lover spurned.
-She- desires not the little priest.
A small mercy in the least.
Instead, -she- turns and looks around.
-her- eyes seek one -she's- not yet found
-she- gazes upon the poet's son
and then upon the -House of one-.
-She- then remembered all -he'd- done.
'Greetings again, O -House of one-.'
Sarcasm dripping from -her- tone.
'For who's sins do -you- atone?
Are these puny beings worth the cost?
Just think of the respect -you've- lost
just being with this mortal lot.
Yet, they are amusing, are they not?'
Then -she- laughed maliciously.
'This has turned out deliciously.'
-She- gazed all around that council room.
Quiet, somber, bathed in gloom.
No one said a word
and a silence then occurred
deeper than the night.
As -she- gazed once more at the poet's son
then he knew something must be done.
The poet's son spoke to then invoke
the return of the Unicorn.
A page from the poet's book was torn.
'Unicorn, of the love you bore the poet;
the time surely has come for you to show it.
Take this -Lady Fae- away, far away to another day.
Take this -Lady Fae- away.'
The page fluttered to the ground.
The silence deepened all around.
A flash of white of brightest light.
A winged Unicorn so white,
shining brightly in that night
appeared before that gatherings' sight.
Mouths dropped, all stopped.
Amazed in wonderment.
Now, the Unicorn has spoken
and the silence has been broken.
He wove a spell to thus compel
the -Lady Fae- to listen well.
'-Lady- pray tell me this
-Lady- is there aught amiss?
-You- believe -you've- been deceived
yet, pray tell me this,
who are the deceived in this?
There is peace throughout the -lands-
peace is -here- and peace now stands.
-You- may not touch this fragile thing
for it might mean everything.
Leave the mortals to be
their own destiny.
Even -your Council- has agreed;
-all- must let the mortals be.
All new hostings are disavowed
and no new contacts are allowed.
These are the rules -your Council- approved.
All was in order and all so moved.'
-She- swiftly approached the Unicorn.
-her- eyes flashing with -her- scorn.
The -Lady- spoke. 'This seems a joke.
-I'll- not agree to any rule,
Unicorn, you are a fool.
-I- am -Fae- there is no way
that you've a right in any way
to say anything to any -Fae-.
-I- wish you would go away'
thusly spoke the -Lady Fae-.
The Unicorn spoke in a somber voice.
'-Lady-, -you've- made a foolish choice.
Be careful what -you- wish for -you- might just get it.
If -you're- lucky, if -you're- wise, -you- will not regret it.
We could discuss this through the night,
well into the morning light.'
His words chopped off,
and his voice stopped off abruptly.
With a nod of his head
he whinnied and said
'I see -you've- found -your- Magick's bound.'
Then bending slowly the Unicorn,
gently touched -her- with his horn.
Then he began to glow.
This glow began to grow.
Dazzling the sight,
till in a flash of light
they vanished in the night.
Then the Unicorn's voice was heard again,
'Even the gods, the gods indeed,
know it's one blood and we all bleed.
I leave you with these words that are not often heard,
Death is not a thing to fear
it's how we get from there to here
It's how we go from here to there
and travel on, if we but dare.'
For a moment a small echo was heard,
and not a word was spoken;
and the silence stayed unbroken.
For the moment anyway.
Just then the -House of one- spoke unto the poet's son.
'Lad, -I'm- glad, -I'm- quite impressed.
The action you chose was truly the best.
-I- now ask that you
remain standing true
to the vow you made -my lady-.
Lad, this might mean this,
it's all her choice it truly is.
She might not spend her years with you.
Yet, you can remain friends and allies true.
This, -my- lad is up to you.
Let the lass fly if she feels a need.
That is truly love indeed.
Be at ease.
Go in peace.
Care well for -my- lady please.'
How sadly spoke the poet's son
in reply to the -House of one-.
'Truly, I understand
I now know tis not my hand
she seeks to hold.
She seeks another.
She coldly seeks another lover.'
The poet's son bowed low.
'Truly, I must go.
Your Majesties, I do believe
The time has come to take my leave.
There is much I need to do.
It's been a pleasure meeting you.'
He bowed down low, once again
and left the room head bowed in pain.
REALITY RECHECKED
I woke with a start
and a pounding heart.
On the breakwater surrounded by sea
I'm reminded of reality.
Dreams it seems beset my mind
and I'm yet beset I find.
To save my mind and grieve the dead
I wrote down what you have read.
Peace at last, this tale is done.
Tis indeed an epic one.
Now once again, I stand on this shore
I don't truly know what I'm looking for.
I see the waves, I smell the sea.
I truly know reality.
I turned around and saw a door
where no door had stood before.
I was surprised when I realized
the door had opened wide and people stood inside.
I took a look
in shock I shook.
My mouth dropped open and all I could do was stare.
The Princess herself was standing there.
Her loyal magician was by her side;
there he stands and they abide.
Then they stepped outside this door
that had not been there before.
With them stood two little ones,
perhaps some other poet's sons.
They are there against their will
and in fighting this they're fighting still.
'Bicker, bicker all day long !
Why can't these two just get along?'
The Princess was heard to say
in an exasperated way.
She bit her lip and shook her head,
then she turned to me and said
'Poet, I'm surprised at the shock you feel,
in dreaming us you made us real.
In dreaming us you made us come
from the place you dreamed us from.'
I shook my head and then I said,
'In dreams and such, I saw so much;
yet, now it seems they weren't just dreams.
Yet, how can this be reality?
How have you come, how can this be
part of this reality?'
Fearing for my mental health,
I muttered madly to myself.
'Is there truly no difference then
between the worlds of dreams and the world of men?
The only difference I can see
is in man's mortality.
For all are bone and flesh of dust
and all mortals die as mortals must.
Yet, does something else go on
when the breath of life is gone?
This is the question that gnaws human souls;
that shapes our lives and thoughts and roles.
This is the question that drives us on;
does life continue when life is gone?
I took a breath,
'Enough of death.
I touch,
I taste,
I see,
I feel.
Reality is what is real.
By all the worlds that I've been shown;
reality is what is known.
Reality is simply this
reality just simply is.
This seems to be reality.
Why then have you come to me?'
The Princess then spoke up to say in a softly gentle way.
'Poet, we need more words from you;
will you show us what to do?
There is a wicked -Fae-
who lives to this day.
We had thought that -she- was gone
but -her- breath of life goes on.
-She- swore a vow that -she- would change.
In retrospect it's rather strange
that any could believe -her-
for -she's- a great deceiver.
-She- truly is a wicked -Fae-;
but some believed -her- anyway.
-She- was caught by the Unicorn
when he touched -her- with his horn.
-She- sought to hide and jumped aside;
then -her- grasp was torn from the horn
of the wildly winging Unicorn.
-She- jumped and fell and who could tell
where -she- landed and mark it well?
-She- is gone and times moves on.
Whither or hither has -she- gone?
It's why the children came with us
we can assure their safety thus.
Now we're unsure what to do.
We are in need of words from you.'
'You say the -Fae- are affecting you.
You say you don't know what to do.
You have come to me in this reality.
What do you expect to get?
What effect do you expect
from my humble pen?
I don't know if I can do
what you're asking me to do.'
I looked at the Princess carefully.
'The tale is more than what you see.
The time has come, I guess
I truly must confess;
the dream carried on
when the poet's son was gone.
I felt him grieve and saw him leave.
Now I shall speak of the dream to you;
though it's a frightening thing to do.'
There was peace in the -kingdom-, peace to hold fast.
There was peace in the -kingdom- but it didn't last.
The -Lady Fae- got away from the Unicorn that day.
-She- continued on -her- *merry* way,
the archetype of the evil -Fae-,
sowing seeds of tension,
conflict and dissension.
Those darkling seeds grew thorny weeds;
and problems grew as problems do.
No -Fae- knew who to give blame to.
-They- eyed each other warily
in mounting fear and verily,
-all- grew quite disgusted
with the -allies- -they- once trusted.
There began such a war
as was never seen before.
For -none- were truly sure
who -their- enemies were.
The -Lady- worked with midnight stealth,
seeking not glory, honor or wealth.
-She- truly was a twisted -one-
for evil's sake -she- saw harm done.
There was no great battle, no great last stands.
There was no honor in any -hands-.
Thus resurrection had no places
and death was seen on many -faces-.
The plains ran red with blood,
the -dead- lay in the mud.
That evil -Lady Fae- also died that day.
(-She- played with fire and again got burned;
sadly seems -some- never learned)
-Few- were left to mourn and the -dead- lay unreborn.
The mortal maiden joined her -Fae-
when -he- snatched -her- breath away.
At the moment of -her- death
-he- caught -her- last breath.
Now -he's- a -king- as can be seen,
for the -king- now has a -queen-.
Together -they- stand in that strange land.
-She- wears -his- ring upon -her- hand.
The Necromancer wrote me a note.
He has changed and now I quote.
'I have changed my life
my lady's now my wife.
I've seen the error of my ways
and changed the tenor of my days.
I have seen and have decided
that we can not stand divided.
Perhaps I can help you out some way
with your dealings with the -Fae-.'
I wrote him back 'Now there's no worry,
the -Fae- can't face the Dragon's fury.
Dragons are so slow to anger
that the -Fae- heeded not the danger.
The land claimed by these infamous -Fae-
Is not -their- land in anyway.
Dragons were there before the -Fae-.
The Dragons knew that the time had come
to send -them- back where -they- were from.
No portals to the mortals exists on that plane,
there is no way back out again.
The Dragons patiently guard the door
and none pass through there anymore.'
I opened my eyes again back in the world of men.
My voice trailed off, I stood alone.
(Where have all those others gone?)
On the breakwater surrounded by sea
I'm reminded of my humanity.
Am I conscious and awake?
What difference does it make?
When the breath of life is gone, and death has finally won,
maybe just the dream goes on, when all is said and done.
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This work of Art is dedicated, with much love and appreciation, to this poet's sons, Jonathan and Benjamin (who have contributed so much to my life), to my little sister, Lou, and last but not least, to my favorite husband, Don
Dory Bowerman (Chrest)
(copyright 1999, all rights reserved)
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I hope you have enjoyed this journey. Thank you for joining me.
Comments are apppreciated..please feel free to bookmark this poem.....it is a bit long to read in one sitting..sorry abou that
Thank you
By blind poet
© 2008 blind poet
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