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The Deadly Forest Sprite (a tragic fairy tale)

The Deadly Forest Sprite
(a tragic fairy tale)

Through open fields and meadows,
carried by his eager steed,
crossing bridges, narrow streamlets,
he rode on at urgent speed.

In the forest, in a clearance
ringed by aspen, oak, and thorn,
stood a crumbling fieldstone castle,
looking vacant and forlorn.

Neighing, as though in fond greeting,
his mount now ceased to race.
Looking upward, there he saw her—
oh, how lovely was that face!

Daring breezes, Cupid’s playmates,
tousled playfully her hair,
teasing each so golden strand and
kissed that face beyond compare.

“Lady, tell me, are you real—
or perhaps a pleasant dream
placed upon me, while I slumbered,
by the full moon’s straying beam?

“Come, my lovely, leave your bower;
I have seen your beauty
that must no longer be confined;
stone is strong, but love sets free.”

From the tower’s height she drifted,
reaching out with loving arms,
and he fell into enchantment,
fast succumbed to fairy charms.

"Mortal man; not of your free will
have you come into my wood’;
your swift horse it was that served me
and assured such likelihood.

“No, this structure never bound me;
height gave it its usefulness.
I espied the one I longed for,
you complete my blissfulness.”

Wood thrush songs accompanied them.
Holding her in tight embrace,
while they rode on to her cavern,
he caressed the wood sprite’s face.

Pleasure soon gave way to anguish;
breathlessly he looked at her;
fairies’ love burns, oh, so fiercely—
joy soon yielded to deep fear.

A Warning:

Hear ye all this mortal’s warning:
Supernatural passion’s fire
burns too hot for earthly man. Death
quelled his love-filled hearts’ desire.

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I don't have the time right now to give this poem the proper attention that it deserves...I'll be back tomorrow.

*warmest hugs, Cat
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it is for certain that you spin one fine mean yarn! this is no exception! your imagination deserves a country of its own! the language is graceful and flowing. the content is sublime! this is worth a nomination.

*hugs, Cat
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When you fling poo, some of the stink sticks to you!

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excellent ;)

*hugs, Cat
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When you fling poo, some of the stink sticks to you!

"The Book of Styx" can be ordered and purchased on line at:
http://eddystyx.mythramuse.com/

for the wonderful and generous comment, dear poetess. Your generosity overwhelms me; thanks, dear.

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