One fateful day the king rode out
to see the land
and those about
to gauge the temperament
of what he held
to survey the realm
to serve it well
And at this time
not far away
a man grew weak
no place to stay
He lived on roots
and what he could steal
for this (was)
his only way
to have a meal
Once a warrior
brave and true
T’were many an enemy
that he slew
and once he saved
his embattled King
and fought
all who would
invade the Land
but age and times
can be quite hard
and men forget the past . . .
and youth
it does not last . . .
No place to live
no life to feel
except old wounds
that would not heal
the cold, dark nights
so empty, bleak
life passed him by
his eyes grew weak
But when he heard
the king approached
he hobbled to
the hedge, and broached
and proudly stood
to glimpse his Liege
then bowed his head
to knee
the king passed by
and then stopped dead
for something swooned
inside his head
and then reared back
His eyes looked deep
he saw the man
and had to speak
I know you, friend
I know you well
You fought beside me
And fought like hell
You saved my life
more times than once
is this how I reward?
And then he alighted
from his stead
and joined the man
on bended knee
and raised him up
eye to eye
and stopped a tear
for Kings
don t cry
To you I give
a home and land
and funds enough
for you to stand
for all your days
a man of wealth
whose Liege remembers
well
And then the warrior
who once was bold
but now just tatters
and so so old
raised fist to heart
in deep salute
and looked at King
so resolute
You do me honor
you’ve paid the debt
and for all of time
with deep respect
for when I saved you
that battled day
I knew this then
and still I say
There never was
a better king than you
I would do it all again
And the warrior lived
the life he should
and on his grave
this inscription stood:
He served thru life
A grateful king
who never
will forget
Arriella!  Arriella!
oh, where have you gone?
you were here just today
by tall castle . . . yon
with gold flowing hair
with white flowing dress
with fairies to guide you
with talisman
at your breast
Who took you?
Who managed?
to get thru the spells
to weave through your guards
all wishing
you well
The king is asunder
the queen is in tears
the Mage casting spells
through all of his fears
but none have yet seen you
the castle grows dim
the joy now has left us
our heads
all do swim
For all of us failed you
your joy has moved out
our knights all on quest
No rest!
do we shout
We ll find you!
We swear it!
not one of us rest
our meals now are meager
for all
on the quest
To travel the earth
to scour the halls
to seek out that Evil
that caused
all this pall
And one day
we ll find you
and all will rejoice
the land will grow flowers
our halls
fill with noise
For our beautiful princess
was taken away
by an Evil Magician
or, that s
what they say
And now
as I ride
my sword at my hilt
I pass through a wood
a chill
now, I ve felt
That never
That never . . .
I’ve yet
felt before
My hairs stand on end
my chest tightens, too
my hand grasps my sword
my shield falls askew
for there in a clearing
chained to a tree
is Ariella, my princess
I fall to one knee
But, I know to be silent
I know it s a trap
and if I do fail
She ll never be back
And so, with all stealth
as quiet as can be
I take out the cloak
the Mage gave to me
And place it on, over
as I vanish from view
the magic has power
my sword
shall it slew
And then I do chant
what Mage
told to me
it works only once
to set Arriella free
And so, in an instant
I saw what s foretold
the Evil One there
his black robes
so bold
And fore he could turn
my sword did it swing
his head flew off gruesome
and I grabbed off his ring
His powers were ended
His life was undone
And Arriella swooned
As I came
on the run
And when she awoke
I bowed oh so low
she cried for an instant
and then we did go
And placed her on horse
and took her back home
where trumpets rejoiced
no longer alone
And King weak with joy
and Queen full of tears
the halls filled with light
the fairies appeared
And long did we revel
And long did it last
for our Princess was back
yes . . . finally
at last
Where magic lives, the stars are bright,
Dotting velvet skies each night;
Twinkling canopy always gives,
Up there is where the magic lives.
Where magic lives, sweet children play;
They laugh and sing and play all day,
Minds like sponges, hearts like sieves;
Where children are, the magic lives.
Where magic lives, birds always sing,
There’s just one season, that is Spring;
When one is slighted, one forgives,
No troubled hearts where magic lives.
Where magic lives, God sits on high,
Waiting in sweet by-and-by;
God never takes; He only gives,
From heaven, where the magic lives.
There was a time when magic ruled the world,
When the desires of maidens were bought
With faerie thimbles and unicorn horns,
Dipped into deep pools of ever-blue streams.
When mortals could walk without fear, even to
The darkest forests; chorus of lovers beneath
Silken moons, spinning whispered words of
Promises into the sweetest of love songs.
Fragile threads of dreams woven into seemly
Cloaks of protection, respecting the night and
Its elements. Star fire above, bonfire below.
Spectacular show in which all could partake.
Forsaking night as, departure from tradition,
An expedition snakes its way around paths
Of intricate design; sacred walkways of
Ancient ones whose hums can still be heard.
Absurd? Listen. Invisible lanterns glisten,
Marking unseen places only dreamd about
In the secret reaches of things remembered;
A labyrinth where ancient feet once tread
Soft fairies realms opens , deviance journey, tis there petals home
Reaching to the guardian light
Crystal divine levity
The gateway for soft essence in time
Quite serenity painted in watercolor silks
Hidden messages inquire script
Holographic transparence
Celeste evolves with angels wings
Butterfly’s dance of unity and calm
Magic is the angel notes, the three stones of lighted vessels knock,
Miracle wings , soft maddened hands, keys lock
Joined in the mother earths charka journey
Faeries are wondrous, with fairest of features,
Pixies are comely and cute little creatures;
Faeries ride butterflies; fireflies at night,
Pixies ride moonbeams, they are so light;
Faeries can make themselves tiny or tall,
Pixies are wee folk a few pixels all;
Faeries are magical, wiser and older,
Pixies: mischievous, daring and bolder;
To look upon faeries or pixies is rare,
And mortals who do so, must do so with care,
But if you’ve a good heart, with kindness and pluck
And meet either one, you’re sure to have luck!
Stumble it!
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