In her mouth she took my finger biting gently till it hurt,
Grave her voice like Sunday's preaching while her eyes were spitting mirth,
"That's for having me forgotten...", waving protest out of way,
"...And for having best of reasons now to kiss the hurt away..."
Felt her lips a fleeting moment tracing long the mark of teeth,
While I feigned the throes of terror like the nation's dimmest wit,
Then she dragged me... oh my goodness, to that hidden spot of green...
"No, my love, it's not for love make, wipe that smug and silly grin.
Let me nestle 'gainst your body on the leaves three autumns old,
Tie my curls around your finger, hundred bands of purest gold,
And before the evening shadows cloak the world in sparkling night
Tell me once again the story of the castle and the knight."
Closed her eyes, her fragile body working hard to find its nest,
Then she smiled when moments later found it, tight against my chest,
Know she knew the curse is raging through her blood two summers strong,
"One more time..." each day she pleaded, "...need a dream to take along."
Touched her shoulder, was it trembling with anticipation's lust,
Trusting me to find the colors... "...paint that dream that have... I must!"
Cleared my throat, that lump of sadness should stay out the gates of dream,
And the whispers started flowing, building trickle to a stream...
"Once upon..." she squeezed my fingers spelling delicate delight,
"Once upon... a spaceship landed..." and she pinched... I screamed, alright!...
"Once upon... before the mountains..." she just squealed and snuggled close,
Will my rusty rhyming magic paint the blush back on my rose?...
«Once upon, before the mountains bartered might for ageless life,
Much before a thorn my heart pierced and its rose became my wife...»
Blinding smile... «...Time when the oceans rolled the earth three times around,
And through valleys petals opened with a tinkling crystal sound,
In the Ever Morning kingdom ruled the king of Fearless White,
Proud his castle stabbed the mountain sprinkling world with misty light,
White clad armies roamed the kingdom spreading peace to Morning's end,
White maned horses wildly roving never caring guide or wend,
Rides a knight in aimless wander scouting village, town and dwell,
Prince of Light he is, as fearless as his father... stories tell
That his sword has tasted dozens hearts from hind the twilight zone,
And days soon he'll be bequeathed with the scepter and the throne.
Black of eye and black of tresses, bronze of skin and bare of foot,
Shrieks the wind in whirling wonder at his mare of blackest soot,
Night, the name the horse was given, young of seasons, shining bright,
Stolen from the pride of stables yonder way in Ever Night.
Rides the prince. In seven seasons, time the petals turn to red
By the laws of days forgotten, he be king, and he be wed,
Long the kingdom, up the mountains, cross the desert's burning hole
Ever looking for a princess, wise of mind, and soft of soul.
Thousand maidens, brave and pretty, he has met at bid of king,
Not a one his heart has plundered to be worth of kingdom's ring,
Now upon unsaddled fury black of mane and odd of sight
Burns the distance long the border with the evil land of night.
In the distance... lord of blazes... does he see a party's dust
Nearing fast the narrow passage cut through mountain's ageless crust?...
Riders five, is... black?... the color streaming back on wake of trot,
Black the fire in his eye's gleam and his blood turns scalding hot.
With a warring yell of anger speeds his mount into the clash,
Out his sword, the gleaming metal posed for dealing deadly slash,
Sights the party onslaught coming fore they time have had to flee,
Turn the black maned hooded horses smooth of shape and high of knee,
Leads the party one sole rider, hundred paces head of rest...
Five to one? I did one hundred... princely blade thrusts height of chest...
Ten more paces... swishing metal ready is to bite the bone...
...Bolts his mount... a chilling sudden... and he crushes into stone...
Fast returns the black caped rider signing others back to stay,
Off the horse, the blade rides skywards and the cape falls out of way,
On his four, his eyes a blazing, ready is the prince to die...
Gushing blood, his sight disturbing, paints in gold the cloudless sky...
Paints in gold?... What is this vision that I see before I pass?...
Witch of sorrows and delusions changing knight to... fairy lass?...
"Take my life, my pride you've taken, cut from chest my kingdom's brand,
And return your evil kingdom, prince and horse - your prize be grand..."
Flowing gold crowns face of pallor thin like sculpted marble leaf,
Priceless rubies shaped by masters into lips beyond belief,
Fire blue, oh, burning passion, pouring out from sorrowed eyes,
Which the angry boasting fury with a feather ease defies.
"Take your life? Like way back seasons, you my horse took like a thief,
And my heart has sunk in sadness with an endless cutting grief?
This my horse, that gift was given by my fairy wishing well,
Day before the Shadows Wizard cast her dead with wicked spell.
You a prince, or thief of common and your brand was forged with gold?
Pick your sword, let's see your address, if your arm as word is bold."
Fast the war-men move towards her... "Back!" she commands, soft her say,
Bowing heads they back ten paces, grim and mean as they obey.
Hard of face the prince, his dark eyes burn with fire never known...
"If my sword I pick this one time you are dead before you groan..."
Not a muscle. Not a heart beat. Not a blink betrays her mind.
One slight move, his hilt of nowhere in his hand its way did find,
Rears the horse... the war-men crouching... she is waiting proud and tall...
One sharp move... in two the sword breaks and to ground he lets it fall.
Loud the silence, is there glimmer in her eye for moment short
As her gaze the gate finds open to his heart's untrodden fort?
Is his face hiding the flurry of the flame's despotic surge
Crushing like a giant hammer with an evil pounding urge?
Is the link of waking thunder just a passing moment's whim,
Or the starting page of tempest as their hearts with fury brim?
"Come my princess, horses nearing... white flagged carts are closing fast..."
"Princess!?...""Yes, Ei-Leen they name me, black the banner up my mast,
Fearsome Night my graceful father, for whose sake I live and fight,
And your enemy... forever, fare thee well, the Prince of Light."
Boots undoes, then bare of ankle in one graceful move she mounts...
"Night I called her..." "Same as I did..." and her anger no more counts,
Forward leans, the neck embracing and long whispering in ear,
Suddenly the muscled body long the spine seems like to shear,
Slowly out protrude slim wedges linked by tense and shiny hide,
Trotting forward ever faster, till it changes trot to glide...
"But you missed the word of magic..." so she calls and up they climb
One black horse... a gift of magic, one proud princess in her prime...
Lone he stays, his faithful war-men rushing fast to join his side,
"Was that witch?..." "No, that your queen was..." and his smile is streaming wide,
Looks of wonder... "Are you hurt prince?" "Yes..." he says and mounts a cart,
"Deadly... twice. My pride was shattered. Second time... right through the heart."
Back to castle, up the stairways he is skipping twos and threes,
"Lord my father, where your hiding, 'cause my heart's a summer breeze,
Bride I found, I need your blessing, need your wisdom's guiding steer,
Mother sweet, your understanding, and the warmth I so revere..."
"Is it true?" the king's soft thunder rumbles slowly through the halls,
At his side, with age set beauty, lights the queen the somber walls,
"It is true. I beg your pardon, time and time you said you pray
That the peace rules long the twilight, hold to put to kill and slay,
Wild of ways I've been and rowdy, keeping far from getting wise,
This the right path be of learning, was my foolish blind surmise,
Then in very little moments, almost none in passing time,
I have learned the truth of living when my face rubbed down in slime...
Lord my father, queen my mother, is my wish to offer truce
Ever Night, its king, its people, ban from land war and abuse,
Proud Ei-Leen, sweet wildest fairy, offer her my heart, my hand,
Offer her my throne and scepter, offer her my home, my land."
Grave the face and hard the burden, as the king takes son to chest,
Soft the queen's majestic bearing as her lips his forehead pressed,
Speaks the king... "Light Wizard's dwelling is the place that now you go,
Now the time the kingdom's telling you shall find and you shall know.
Go!" Then out of rooms he paces, was there sign of tender lurch?
Lingers back the queen one moment... "...down your heart, go deep and search..."
First in life cuts one deep furrow young man's forehead. Puzzled. Lone.
Time has come to stop his looking. Time has come that he be shown.
Way above the castle's towers, high above the eagle nest,
Gropes for hold the climbing figure, his young body aches for rest,
On he crawls, his fingers bleeding from the shards of broken stone,
Gushing cuts adorn his body to the depth of gleaming bone,
One more cliff, then one more valley, then the last of hanging rocks,
On the gate of silent dwelling with his last of power knocks,
"If to ask, your way has come here, then be gone or made to dust,
If to know, then join my table, and my ways you have to trust..."
"Come to learn..." the prince is gasping, and the gate he pushes in,
In the dusk a tiny figure, ageless old and ageless thin,
At a sign, a gleaming chalice waits the cracked and gaping mouth,
"You the first that ever mounted through the deadly cliffs to south."
"I the first that burns for knowledge, I the first that needs be told,
I the first that back my castle wants before my blood is cold,
You have taught my king and father, and his father fore of that,
And throughout the changing seasons to the day the world was flat,
This as much my tutors told me, write and read, and fighting, ruling,
But the great of all them riddles was not solved by my poor schooling,
Why there Morning, Night, and Twilight, why there war and blood and strife,
Why can't I my heart's call follow, Night's sweet princess call my wife?"
"Prince of Light, first drink the water, then be seated and await,
And the knowledge you be given through your spirit's open gate.
Then your mind will have the reason and your spirit be awake,
But your heart will be the master of decisions you will take.
Ei-Leen princess is aseated with Night Wizard, cross the ridge,
She has come with quest for knowledge, for her pain a crossing bridge,
Fate has played a cruel caper on two hearts unripe to fend,
There's no cure in wand of magic, to this wound there is no mend."
Drinks the prince the breezy water, eyes feel heavy, slows his breath,
"Did you poison me, oh, wizard... is your learning worth of death?..."
As his head falls on the table and his spirit starts to spin,
And his mind discovers knowledge soaked in pain, in lust, in sin.
Thousands seasons fore his birth time, fore the wizards scribed the laws,
Mighty were both Night and Morning, trusting each its sacred cause,
Knights in shining fearsome armor waiting for the word of king,
Each on horse alive with magic, horse with mighty spread of wing.
Armies lined the endless borders mounted proud on horses tall,
White of mane this side of mountain, black of mane beyond the wall.
Each, the wilderness of Twilight wanted conquer to its needs,
Twilight... land of magic forests, land of spells where winged horse breeds.
Three the wizards, great of power, Light this side, and Night beyond,
While the greatest, Shadows master, watched the land where winged horse spawned,
Ten the times they human folly tried to rein with mighty spells,
But the greed and thirst for glory burned like thousand wicked hells.
Ten the times they herds of horses white as snow or black as coal,
Offered gift to warring armies hard of brow and dry of soul,
Ten the times they linked by marriage Morning house with house of Night,
Followed by most wicked slaughters in that never ending fight.
Thousand thousands died in battles in an ever present roar,
Deathly plagues, and devastation raised the count by many score,
Till that time the wizards counseled and the anger burned their eyes,
Either we will end the slaying or is time for world's demise.
Mountains steep both sides of Twilight they have forged at move of hand,
Narrow passages for riders only few through deepest sand,
And the laws, those fearsome rulings for all human taking breath,
Quarter none, and one the verdict all offenders face - it's death.
No winged horse be sold or given to be mount of prince or king,
No more herds will lead in battle armored knights triumph to bring,
No more arrows hail descending like a torrent from the sky...
No pretense, if vain if valid. Those who break the law will die.
No more marriage Night to Morning, be it servant, knight, or king,
No such vows young lives to couple if by promise if by ring,
No more infants born in fury, living through the breaking tie...
No pretense, if vain if valid. Those who break the law will die.
Wakes the prince, his fever fading, drenched in sweat his body hurts,
On his cot under the blankets, torn his silken pricey shirts,
"Oh, dear mother, need your softness, need your loving gentle guide,
Whence I got inside the castle, wheresoever shall I ride?...
Cuts my chest with nonesuch passion for a lass I once have seen,
With a craving burn my insides splitting body heart to spleen,
Grips my father's fathers vileness this damned world in iron claw,
And it weighs like seven mountains this accursed wizard's law.
Is bewitched I? please tell me, let my head upon your lap,
Hide my shameful tears from skylight with your garment's perfumed flap,
I have never known such beauty lies in foe's bedeviled lands,
I would give my life and kingdom for one touch of Ei-Leen's hands..."
Pale's the queen's autumnal beauty, tenderly she holds his head,
Bathe her eyes in endless sorrow for a dream forever dead,
Joyful visions, wedding, sucklings... changed to fright of morrow's time,
This young man that out her womb tore, will commit the deadly crime.
"Rush to stables, there your father waits for you with grief and pride,
Know! he loves you. And would gladly give his life and take your side.
Now he knows you of his breed is, fit to be majestic king,
He who loves with no regretting, is befit to wear his ring.
Go son, hide. And may the powers laying wrath in wizards' hands
Guide your step and watch your spirit as your path along they wend."
Down the steps, between the columns, does he know what there awaits?
As with hasty steps he rushes through the stable's wooden gates,
Now he's running, passing horses, mares with foals and stallions proud,
White of mane, tails wildly fanning, hooves the ground are biting loud,
There, at end, in shadowed corner, waits the king and grave his stare,
By his side, staining the shadows, one black maned and shining mare...
"Night I called her...", "Night I called her..." ...what's this echo strange of sound,
Bouncing from the graceful figure clad in paleness so profound,
At her side... oh, wizards magic, side by side with Fearless White,
Wrinkled, huge, yet bowed and weary, is the mighty Fearsome Night.
"Ei-Leen...", "Prince...", they clash in ardor with the power of a beast,
Smashing mouths, hands clutching, fingers wrapping each to iron fist...
"Hurry children, mount, be vanished, draws the season to an end
When the wrath for deeds forbidden does arise and does impend,
Hide among the herds of Twilight shepherded by fairies kind,
None but them shall know your dwelling, as with each you stay entwined,
Lose these worlds and live your wild dream, forests green and lakes deep blue,
And if day will come to perish, you have lived your fire through.
Mount... now go!... your kings command you..." and the trot is dying way,
Fades a shape black mane a flutter, and the black gives way to grey,
And the grizzly wizened faces of two enemies of old
Fight a bitter losing battle with a spark in eye once cold...
Twilight... home to none but fairies, wild the horses, thick the herds,
Times... the sky is thick with stallions chasing fast evading birds,
Roaming fields, no snares, no wires, battling fiercely wild and free,
And for long and magic moments rubbing necks in tender spree.
Fragile fairies, chasing horses riding swarms of butterflies,
Spry with boundless driving vigor down to earth and up to skies,
Playing tunes like crystal water gushing out of rocky springs
Dripping down from top of mountain long a harp's enchanted strings.
Mid the whirlwind, mid the valley, mid the racing colored wings,
Night is pacing neighing softly, with a peace befit of kings,
On her back a prince, a princess, budding life demands its right,
Soon a crying human infant will raise fists towards the light.
They have bathed in the shadows, skins alight with cooling dew,
They have dived mid of the rivers, tingling flesh a bluish hue,
They have loved atop the mountain melting snow to steaming stream,
They have burnt with raging passion deep a rock's smoldering seam,
World have stopped, no time, no anguish, only rivers sparkling by,
Know they knew that with a new life, is the time to come and die.
On a bed of crimson flowers, screaming life an infant's born,
As the horse they gently mounted, hushed all Twilight, sad, forlorn.
In the hall big candles burning with a scent of creeping blight,
King of Night and Queen of Morning, King of Morning, Queen of Night,
On a dais three wizards throning, tiny figures throbbing might,
On the floor, the infant sleeping, proud Ei-Leen, her Prince of Light.
Thin the wizard's voice, and feeble, but unblinking eye and mind,
"This the infant, Night to Morning in one kingdom he will bind,
Rule will make the law of justice, loved will be by beast and man,
Never fore such peaceful joyance since the age that time began.
Law is law, and all are equal. No absolving is to come,
Yet from this the moment onward, old to new will do succumb,
Old the rules of world, will vanish, new the rules we here decree,
Roll will start the night, the morning, round the world for all to see,
Prince of Light, you'll dress the morning, bound to light for evermore
Ei-Leen princess, night your dwelling, light for you come nevermore,
Prince of Light, the Sun we name you, Ei-Leen... Starlight, like nonesuch,
Evermore each other chasing, nevermore each other touch.
Long as ever is your passion, long as ever Sun will burn,
Rage the fires of damnation, deep your insides coil and churn,
Thousands hearts will sing your glory for a love all one has found,
You will never reach your Starlight, bottomless your pain profound...
Beautiful beyond description, you, the Starlight, nights adorns,
Lone and lost inside the blazing that your passion ever mourns,
Thousands hearts will sing your beauty praising your infinite charms,
Never will you feel the fire of your Sun's embracing arms."
To this day the sun in fury chases vainly starlight love,
Fire pouring in his madness scorching worlds from far above,
And in vain the starlight trembles day to day for moment's bliss,
All she can is sprinkle dew tears, which he dries with fire's kiss...»
Now you smile... Your hand is holding crippling tight the rose I bought
Years ago from that old gypsy, when my eye your blue smile caught,
Never did you let that withered... crumbling petals... broken stem,
Far from hand, from eye, from bosom... your most treasured gift and gem.
Now I can... My hand is touching your left breast. Your thunder's dead.
Like the rose my body crumbles, in your hair I sink my head,
Damn the curse and damn the battle that you lost with queenly grace,
Damn the angels that are singing in your warm and sad embrace,
Now you know... And I will wonder till my hand you'll take and guide,
Did my dream join rose-dust perfume on that long eternal ride,
Did you find a happy ending, one for which your heart did yearn,
«When the sun does touch the starlight and in love and flames they burn?...»