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~ To My Mortal Trouble on St. Valentine's Day
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February 14, 2011, 05:28:am
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To My Mortal Trouble~
~on St. Valentine's Day
A whispering breeze cools the night
The earth aglow by silver moonlight
Deep in a glen by the water's edge
Surrounded by the verdant hedge
There sits the Faerie Queen
Dreaming
The faeries leap and dance and play
Brownies, nymphs, elves and fae
Creatures, spirits, the forest all
Caught up in the frolicking thrall
Music, laughter, game and song
Enchanted magic fills the throng
With gleeful hearts they dance and sing
To please their Beloved Faerie Queen
Who smiles
Quietly watching
Bread and wine and savory meats
Mushrooms, milk and exotic sweets
Herbs and spices, Ambrosia sublime
For all to feast and sup and dine
Jewels, silver, treasures and gold
Teeth and tears and promises hold
Riches gathered, stolen and heaped
These offerings lain before her feet
Her thoughts
Wistfully wandering
A nightbird sings his solitary song
The notes rise sweetly above the throng
An ache wounds deep within her mind
On this, the Eve of Valentine's
The memory of One, not of her ken
Who wandered lost into Her glen
A Mortal handsome, bold and brave
Who spoke to her and gladly stayed
When the Faerie Queen bid him
Teasing
She entranced him swiftly in that hour
And led him sweetly to Her bower
To feed him fruits and faerie wine
Ensnare his heart and confuse his mind
How long she kept him, she does not know
When seasons passed, she let him go
And now no plaything, food or treasure
Can hold her thoughts in any measure
Her mind consumed
In yearning
They gather round her in festive glee
To pull her happily to her feet
"Come dance and chase and sing and play
Tis hours until the break of day!"
She shakes her head, her heart amiss
Longing only for her Mortal's kiss
There is no glamour or faerie seeming
To heal Her love caught in this dreaming
Her heart full sad
In sighing
~ With all my Love, Your Faerie Mischief xxxxxxx
07Butterflygirl
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