Oh, venerable fairy, in worlds of gloomy blue
Your golden dust has settled enslaved by salty dew,
Your wings so soft and lucid to storm have fallen prey,
Your rosy cheeks have borrowed a tinge of sweet decay,
You gasp, your laughter hollow and sadness laden high,
The whiffs of heartless shadows afraid to touch your sigh,
Your wand of purple magic has drifted to the ground,
Your song of waking summer a winter's frozen sound.
The life of sparkling splendor that once emblazed your eyes,
The beads your hair adorning like endless fields of rice,
The crystal studded nail tips that touched to bird its breath,
So ever slow embracing the greyish hue of death.
Gone is your prince at sunrise, so many moons ago,
Your lips a bleeding promise have branded on his brow,
"Long as the fire's hurting deep in this wound of thine
The thunder will be sleeping deep in this chest of mine,
I haven't heard of healing to sickness such I own,
In sunlight's laughing kingdom such potion lies unknown,
A fairy's love for mortal... no, lover, please don't cry...
The ageless law was broken, this fairy... she must die."
Upon his straining dragon the prince has gone astride,
"My sweet immortal fairy, my dying fairy bride,
If sunlight's mighty kingdom knows not to heal your life
My quest I'll take to darkness, with arm, with bow, with knife,
Each night my dragon's fury will brand my wound anew,
Each morn the sunrise glory will touch your lips to dew,
Long as I'm gone the fire will hurt this wound of mine,
Long as I'm gone the thunder will dwell this chest of thine,
If healing gives I find it. If naught through endless days,
My way your bed of roses will reach through hell ablaze,
Your side I'll kneel and whisper my soul your weary eye,
And when your thunder quiets, my dragon slay, then I."
The wind is howling chilly, long silken dregs so thin
Bite with a sharp desire to cut the wasting skin,
The sharp of thorn your body torments to creeping daze,
The petals shed the flowers, the roses fade to haze.
"Soft muzzled baby dragons now cloudless skies defy,
And buds to trunks have thickened and stones to mountains high,
Thin trickles into rivers are foaming since of long,
And nest of graceful swallows has grown to mighty throng,
Oh, prince, oh moons so many you've gone to end of world,
My body once so tender mid autumn leaves lies curled,
My naked breast's forgotten the caress of your hand,
My tiring eyes are counting the grains of falling sand.
Your ways have you forgotten to withered roses bed
And other maiden's flowers now crown your handsome head?
If this my fate be given... then let your wound go dry,
My thunder let be roaring... just once... then let it die."
Through cracking bush-thick timber cuts path a scorching flame,
Dry blood like crimson daisies to scales hangs with no shame,
Six arrows deeply buried, five gashes raw and mean,
Under the savaged muscle hangs claw by thread of skin,
Forever onward crawling with fearsome bellowed rage
Its wings the shattered dredges of power stained with age,
Through endless groaning forests, up mountains rough and tall,
The pride of dragons carries its helpless human thrall,
Forever onward crawling through marshes deadly deep
When wrath of wizards' curses through bone and muscle rip,
Long frozen icy rivers, across wild desert's storm,
The beast its human cuddles in pocket soft and warm.
Forever onward crawling, forever... one more day...
One sunset, one more morning, one lonesome breath away...
There... mid the drying meadow, beneath dry petals veil,
Mid butterflies' old velvet and perfumes long gone stale,
The touch of death your body has dressed in rainbow white
Your naked beauty hiding in sleeping rays of light,
No flutter round your eyelids, no breeze inside your chest,
Your rigid fingers holding a stem against your breast.
The beast its heavy body has dragged against your feet,
Its howl of seeping anguish far mountains gone to meet,
A prince in broken armor down comes from depth of scale
His eyes in fever burning, his face the moonlight pale.
With slow a step approaches the bed of roses dead,
Brown mud on face three fingers its depth, the flowing red
Of waking wounds is mixing with crystal clear of tears
And paths for dirty rivers across his face lines shears.
"Oh, fairy, wait you promised as long the time will take,
As long the fire's torture my branded brow will rake,
As long as I might carry the potion to your ill
Or else my kiss be waiting before your heart does still.
I kept my side of promise, return I have today,
From war one hundred battles and endless fields of slay,
I served in armies seven, black knights killed thousand score,
Seed arrowheads my body like ships at stormy shore,
A dream of hope my banner, a maze my searching path,
Through dire lands of terror beneath a sky of wrath
Reached heartless wailing midland of night's unbroken cold,
For demon's word of wisdom paid half my kingdom's gold.
His eyes a rippling season of vengeful gruesome fear
Deep boring to my reason of wish to being here,
His armies served my anger till day of pay has come
From eye he shed a crystal the size of rotten plum.
ęNot tear, but drop of poisonĽ, he said, ęone and no more,
Die must your fairy lover, day turned your human whore,
Your anger curb, oh, human, or wage is gone to dust,
In vault of eggshell matter this drop to guard you must.
The wizards' laws unwritten by magic be obeyed,
Your hand which touched the fairy, your hand the fairy slayed,
When youth and fooldom married for grain of passion's lust
Tribute your frailth is paying to passion turning dust,
Your courage, human weakling, is great, your dragon fierce,
Your will as hard as sunbeams that darkness' kingdom pierce,
My words carve deep your hearsight fore crawling out of hell,
One lonely time my telling, one lonely time your spell.
If love you, fierce and mighty as handle you the sword,
This riddle you be solving like nursemaid infant's word.
Death is my trade. You're questing by me so she can live,
One is the way, none other, for life... you death must give.Ľ
In smoke and waging thunder the demon's lair has gone,
Oh, loving fairy wonder of graceful rising dawn,
Your way I ride my dragon, my heart much torture's nest
As dreams of crimson laughter paint pains inside my chest,
Sweet memories assailing my mind with smiling smells,
The deepest cut of iron fade fore your silver bells...
I've neared... from daze I've wakened and down to earth I climbed...
Your promise, oh, you've broken... your life with death has rhymed.
Your bed... too late? my journey through endless draining haze
Was punishment for daring a fairy's loving blaze?
My quest through hell's long havens beneath the barking skies
A wizard's sneer for fairies adorning human guise?
Long was my road, your roses my touch turns desert dust,
Your smile forever buried beneath death's ageless crust.
Damn wizard, is my wages death side my lover's lay,
The sharpth of ripping torture by her my only pay?
Your riddle dark and clueless... one answer... I will know,
One test... if wrong the answer be cursed and cursed your law,
If ever darkness after will be my share of life
My head be lain forever by side of fairest wife,
And rotten twigs be laying upon the altar's bed,
And crumbling leaves be crowning my fairy lover's head,
And shrivelled petals blanket be strewn all round of us,
And next soft breeze of summer... like gone... like never was..."
He kneels. Left fisted fingers are squirming back to life,
His heart over his senses has won the dreadful strife,
Afraid... yet nestled warmly against the rugged skin
His wages lies unblemished... a promise... eggshell thin...
His frozen manner waking his left is flying high
And crushes like a mountain against his armored thigh,
With roar of pulsing thunder his chest is storming wild,
His eyes a flame of anguish, a fearsome prince, a child.
There, deep inside the rubble of palm upturned to light...
His right its fingers fury bestrides with insane might
As softly thumb and finger the shards pull soft of breath
And crystal drop of poison they touch... if life... if death...
"Time's here. The riddle's meaning I learned from pain of heart,
If death the price for living then death is fair a part,
In demon's magic riddle my faith has come to rest,
Forgive me, oh, sweet lover, if fail I will the test."
He stands, the shiny crystal upon your lips to lay,
A tear of ageless beauty upon a marble tray,
A trembling hand departing from touch of frozen skin,
A drifting whisper rising, the morning breeze's twin...
"My rest of life be counted, the moons I've left to stride,
The half of it be parted and shared unto my bride,
The score is not of meaning, be ten, be hundreds on,
Together we be living, together we be gone..."
Was this the right undoing, the riddle's hidden door
Through it the life be swapping the death for moments more?
Against the dragon's belly he cuddled weary, lone,
The monster's tender breezing to sooth his tired bone.
Short shadows getting longer and rolling west to east,
A freezing night descending, re-birth its daily feast,
Soft flakes start floating slowly so rich in blinding white,
Your shape under the blanket wanes sinking out of sight,
Beyond hidden horizons the splendor goes unfurled
Unchallenged roves the quiet on dead and frozen world,
The path before tomorrow runs long with turns unseen...
A sheath loses its dagger... an eye broods dark and mean...
A flutter?... soft?... past midnight?... the beast raises a brow,
The prince pulls out an arrow and sets it to his bow...
What is this vane illusion approaching way from... where?...
A butterfly mid winter?... the dragon growls his scare,
Mid orb of flying rainbows the vision wrong of time,
Its wings as slow of movement as lover's yearning rhyme,
Around the crouching figures for moments whirls and twirls,
Cascade of magic colors like twinkling echoes swirls,
As mindless as a night moth in search for guiding light
Beyond the desert whiteness in eerie stumbling flight...
As mindless?... or as guileless... when slow its petals turn
And sinks through melting snowflakes, its path a white walled urn.
Nears prince, the thunder wakens anew inside his chest,
The blaze of raging colors has touched the crystal's nest,
The frozen teardrop melting in bleeding hues of red,
Your lips inhale the crimson, your eyelids snow flakes shed,
Through cheeks the pink flood spreading, through breasts, through finger ends,
Its power ever rising with running shivers blends,
Young buds burn holes through ice pools, your bed turns roses sea,
The breath... where is it fairy?... the breath to set you free...
The stem your hand is holding turns supple, bends and curls,
Thick buds grow into petals, thin knots grow into pearls,
A thorn... tip sliding softly long naked breasts... so sly...
Of sudden left breast piercing... a drop of blood.... you sigh...
Upon a fearsome dragon, upon a once a time,
A prince carried a fairy, a bride, a dream sublime,
And lip from lip were drinking the wine of evermore,
And chest from chest were stealing the heart's eternal roar.