fairy laughter-the completion

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arthur
Senior Member

since 2001-08-14

Posts 678
england

0 posted 2003-07-28 02:49 PM

fairy laughter
( this is the old fairy laughter with an extended ending)

I am the Watcher on the Hill.
Dark the night and all is still.
Crystal bright the faint stars gleam.
Yet nothing is ever what it seems!

Silent the stones stand circle round.
Enclosed an ancient hallowed ground.
Nothing moves but my lips in prayer.
Summoning forth the changeling Hare.

As the moon slips from behind a cloud.
In the circle erect and proud.
By moonlight now the change displayed.
Gone is the Hare,now see the Maid !

Bright her eyes of jewels made.
Flashing green deep colour jade.
Black her hair long hanging glows.
Shining silk her wantons clothes.

White and proud her rounded breast
Hidden and revealed by a silken dress.
Now she moves or is it flows.
Beneath her clinging liquid clothes

Now she dances,wild music rare.
Called by magic from the still night air
She leaves and I must follow after.
Enslaved by the sound of her fairy laughter

She goes to where the village lights
Sparkle and beckon this summer night.
Her laughter hangs on the still night air
A fairy creature without soul or care

On the green before the village inn
She dances,drawing forth the men to sin.
From the crowded inn they pour
Light streaming from the open door.

At her dancing feet gold coin is thrown
She dances for one man alone
For one alone her cloud of hair is tossed
His heart and soul are forever lost

His lips receive the fairy kiss
What mortal girl can better this?
She whispers,"Mine,forever mine"!
As thier arms and bodies intertwine

For such bliss a price is paid
Over long in the grass they laid
For see the sun is but newly up
Now he sups from his bitter cup

In the cold still morning air
Gone the Maid,now see the Hare
All he hears is the mocking sound
Wild laughter from the woods around

There is a new Watcher on the Hill
Dark the night and all is still
His lips in supplication and in prayer
In vain they call the changeling Hare

arthur( with special thanks to Enchantress for her help with this)

wranx
Member Elite

since 2002-06-07

Posts 3689
Moved from a shack to a barn

1 posted 2003-07-28 03:47 PM

So many images...All of them great.

Glad you re-visited this m'friend.
Ed

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

2 posted 2003-07-28 05:02 PM

Michael...you already know how I feel about this piece.
This one I would love to have placed on my web site along with your other.
I can see this becoming a series...perhaps, yes?
This is you witing at your finest!!
~Smiles & Hugs across the pond, Nancy~

~The breeze that kissed you on the face,
Has held me in the same embrace~

Chrissypooh
Member

since 2002-02-19

Posts 80
Canada