Post by WitchBoy on Jun 3, 2002 3:43:01 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]I am the mistress of the soil
with my bow and arrow on my back
I dwell in dark forests and wild mountain recesses
in deserted huts, or in caves dark as hell.
I sleep beneath a mighty old oak
where the earth is cool and damp
gnarled roots entwine me close to his trunk
as the smell of mouldy leaves perfumes the air.
The oak resides in a forest, deep and perfectly calm
he sees all and tells nothing over the years
yet I often him them whisper of past times
as a breeze caresses many hundreds of leaves.
All winter I slumber until spring I awaken
and shake the insects from my golden hair
I bathe naked in the woodland pools
and leave my shadows to dry in a shaft of light.
Evening draws down, and the full moon rises
stars bespangle the vault of the sky
the forest rustles, a wind awakens
and the forest folk come out to play.
From birds and the beasts who rest by our feet
to the woodland fairies, all clothed in light
go dancing between the elvish campfires
to a piper who plays on throughout the night.
He plays a reel and we take up the tune
and across the green grass my lover and I dance
our shadows silhouetted against the moon
the forest comes alive with our joyful chants.
A cockerel crows and the fae folk take flight
on the back of a deer I bid farewell to all
and in a heartbeat I leap back into my tree
To rest my weary head until another night.[/glow]
with my bow and arrow on my back
I dwell in dark forests and wild mountain recesses
in deserted huts, or in caves dark as hell.
I sleep beneath a mighty old oak
where the earth is cool and damp
gnarled roots entwine me close to his trunk
as the smell of mouldy leaves perfumes the air.
The oak resides in a forest, deep and perfectly calm
he sees all and tells nothing over the years
yet I often him them whisper of past times
as a breeze caresses many hundreds of leaves.
All winter I slumber until spring I awaken
and shake the insects from my golden hair
I bathe naked in the woodland pools
and leave my shadows to dry in a shaft of light.
Evening draws down, and the full moon rises
stars bespangle the vault of the sky
the forest rustles, a wind awakens
and the forest folk come out to play.
From birds and the beasts who rest by our feet
to the woodland fairies, all clothed in light
go dancing between the elvish campfires
to a piper who plays on throughout the night.
He plays a reel and we take up the tune
and across the green grass my lover and I dance
our shadows silhouetted against the moon
the forest comes alive with our joyful chants.
A cockerel crows and the fae folk take flight
on the back of a deer I bid farewell to all
and in a heartbeat I leap back into my tree
To rest my weary head until another night.[/glow]
