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 winterís 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,
ďLong as the fireís hurting, deep in this wound of thine
The thunder will be sleeping, deep in this chest of mine,
I havenít heard of healing to sickness such I own,
In sunlightís laughing kingdom such potion lies unknown,
A fairyís love for mortal... no, lover, please donít cry...
The ageless law was broken, this fairy... she must die.Ē
Upon his straining dragon the prince had gone astride,
ďMy sweet immortal fairy, my dying fairy bride,
If sunlightís mighty kingdom knows not to heal your life
My quest Iíll take to darkness, with arm, with bow, with knife,
Each night my dragonís fury will brand my wound anew,
Each morn the sunrise glory will touch your lips to dew,
Long as Iím gone the fire will hurt this wound of mine,
Long as Iím 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 Iíll kneel and whisper my soul your weary eye,
And when your thunder quiets, my dragon slay, then I.Ē
The wind is howling chilly, long dregs of silken 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.
ďSoft 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,
A nest of graceful swallows has grown to mighty throng,
Oh, prince, oh moons so many youíve gone to end of world,
My body once so tender mid autumn leaves lies curled,
My naked breastís 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 maidenís 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.Ē
Through cracking, bush-thick timber, cuts path a scorching flame,
Dried blood, like crimson daisies, cloths scales with none of shame,
Six arrows deeply buried, five gashes raw and mean,
Under the savaged muscle hang claws 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
Where wrath of wizardsí curses through bone and muscle rip,
Long frozen icy rivers, across wild desertís 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 butterfliesí 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 is dragging to your feet,
Its howl of seeping anguish a mountainís gone to meet,
A prince in broken armor slides down from depth of scale
His eyes with fever burning, his face a moonlight pale.
His paces slow, he reaches the crumbling roses bed,
His face in mud three fingers lies buried, flowing red
Of waking wounds admixes with crystal clear of tears,
A path for dirty rivers across his wrinkles shears.
ďOh, fairy, wait you promised as long the time will take,
As long the fireís torture my branded brow will rake,
As long as I might carry the potion to your ill
Or else my kiss be dying before your heart does still.
I kept my side of promise, return I had today,
From wars, one hundred battles and endless fields of slay,
I served in armies seven, black knights killed thousand score,
Seed arrowheads my body like ships on 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 nightís unbroken cold,
For demonís word of wisdom paid half my kingdomís gold.
His eyes a rippling season of vengeful gruesome fear
Deep boring to my reason of wish to being here,
My anger served his armies 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, ęjust one, none more,
Die must your fairy, human, the day she turned your whore,
Your anger curb, oh, lover, or wages go to dust,
In vault of eggshell matter you guard this drop, you must.
The wizardsí laws unwritten, the magic be obeyed,
The hand that touched the fairy, your hand, the fairy slayed,
When youth and fooldom married for grain of passionís lust
Tribute your frailth is paying to passion turning dust,
Your courage, human weakling, is great, your dragon fierce,
Your will the flint of sunbeams that darknessí 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 infantís word.
Death is my trade. Youíre questing, by me, that she can live,
One is the way, none other, for life... you death must give.Ľ
In smoke and waging thunder the demonís lair has gone,
Oh, loving fairy, wonder of graceful rising dawn,
Your way I rode my dragon, my heart a tortureís nest
As dreams of crimson laughter paint pains inside my chest,
Sweet memories assailing my mind with smiling smells,
The deepest cuts of iron fade fore your silver bells...
Iíve neared... from daze Iíve wakened and down to earth Iíve climbed...
Your promise, oh, youíve broken... your life with death had rhymed.
Your bed... too late? my journey through endless draining haze
Was punishment for daring a fairyís loving blaze?
My quest through hellís long havens beneath the barking skies
A wizardís sneer for fairies adorning human guise?
Long was my road, your roses at touch turn desertís dust,
Your smile forever buried beneath deathís ageless crust,
Damn wizard, is my wages death side my loverís 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 longside my fairy wife,
And rotten twigs be laying upon the altarís bed,
And crumbling leaves be crowning my fairy loverís head,
And shrivelled petals blanket be strewn all round of us,
And next soft breeze of summer... like gone... like never was...Ē
He kneels. Left fisted fingers squirm slowly back to life,
His mind had won his senses to calm 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 hand rises high
And crushes like a mallet against his armored thigh,
His chest a pulsing thunder, his breath a tempest wild,
His eyes a flame of anguish, a fearsome prince, a child.
There, born upon the rubble, the palm upturned to light...
His mind bestrides the shiver with loveís demented might
As softly thumb and finger drag shards, then soft of breath
The crystal drop of poison they touch... if life... if death...
ďTimeís here. The riddleís meaning I learned from pain of heart,
If death the price for living then death is fair a part,
In demonís magic riddle my faith has come to rest,
Forgive me, oh, sweet lover, if fail I will the test.Ē
He stands, the shiny crystal upon your lips to lay,
A tear of ageless beauty upon a marble tray,
A trembling hand departing from plains of frozen skin,
A drifting whisper rising, the morning breezeís twin...
ďMy rest of life be counted, the moons Iíve left to stride,
The half of it be parted and lay unto my bride,
The score is not of meaning, be ten, be hundreds on,
Together we be living, together we be gone...Ē
Was this the right undoing, the riddleís hidden door,
The cruel barter offered, through death your life to score?
Against the dragonís belly he cuddles weary, lone,
The monsterís tender breezing his sooth for tired bone.
Short shadows getting longer and rolling west to east,
A freezing night descending, its daily birthing feast,
Soft flakes start floating slowly emblazed in blinding white,
And cover you with sparkle, away from eye and sight.
Beyond hidden horizons the splendor goes unfurled
Unchallenged roves the quiet the 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 loverís 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 slowly petals turn
And sink through melting snowflakes, a shiny, white walled urn.
The prince anears, the thunder assails anew his chest,
The blaze of raging colors invades the crystalís nest,
The frozen teardrop softens in bleeding hues of red,
Your lips inhale the crimson, your eyes the snowflakes shed,
The pink crawls like a summer, through breasts, through fingersí ends,
Its power ever rising, a shiver growls and blends,
Young buds burn holes through ice pools, your bed turns rosesí sea,
The breath... where is it fairy?... the breath to set you free...
The stem bewteen your fingers turns supple, bends, then curls,
The thick buds grow to petals, the knots grow into pearls,
A thorn... its tip slides softly... the left breast nearing, sly,
And suddenly it pierces... 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 was drinking the wine of evermore,
And chest from chest was stealing the heartís eternal roar.