Brodgar's Ring 6 comments

15 Feb 2004 @ 23:11, by Marissa A Spencer Brodgar's Ring The moon above like hooded eye, Doth gaze from darkly shrouded sky, Like sated lover's resting face, The stones aglow in light's embrace. 'Neath scrolling stars the earth doth sigh As winged creature's banshee cry. Daytime leaving naught but traces, Moonlight illumines hidden places. Mystic lights 'round Brodgar's Ring, The faeries come to dance and sing. Partaking of sweet nectar's boon, As icy mist forms 'round the moon. Tiny dancers spin to and fro Sparkling 'neath the evening glow Mortal's eyes have never seen The elfin prince nor faerie queen She'd dreamt of faeries in her sleep They beckoned her from slumbers deep Through the dark the lass wanders near, Her curiosity transcending fear She sees the distant leaping lights And wants to see magic's delights She nears the stones that loom around And hears sounds drift from the ground The place transforms before her eyes To a sunny place with glowing skies Colors too bright for rock or flower Gem filled streets and crystal tower Trembling in wonder she looks 'round a stone They turn and see that she is alone Suddenly shrinking to their actual size She stands before him, so handsome and wise He holds out his hands and begs her to dance Taking his hand with a shy little glance Dancing so giddy in his warm embrace She never wants to leave this place Merriment flows with laughter and singing Drink was abundant, the music was ringing Partaking the wine and the happiness there So lost in the rapture she had not a care So dizzy she sat and watched them all gladly Jumping and bounding about almost madly They toasted her, and praised her great beauty All her fine graces of goodness and duty The told her they loved her and kissed her brow fair And gently brushed and caressed her light hair Singing so softly she felt herself drifting Like weightless clouds floating and lifting Suddenly feeling the cold roughened stone She woke up to find she was completely alone Gone in a twinkling and magical shift Gone to the twilight's ethereal drift Left to be sung and whispered at night Ne'er to be told in the brightness of light She wanders the stones in search of her love While the moon and the stars mock her above. Neither man nor woman can comprehend, How the threads 'tween the worlds do wend. Marissa A Spencer (c) May 3, 1999 revised April 1, 2002

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