Tis midnight in the smoky
glen
The time of spirits,
feared by men-
When time and senses fall
apart
And fears of death do
fill your heart.
When denizens of far
below
Are free to travel to and
fro-
Faeries, nymphs and slimy
trolls
Venture forth in search
of souls.
Fleet of foot and foul of
mind
They will seek until they
find
The weak, the sick, in
mind and heart
To pull you down, rip you
apart
To kill your hope and
slay your dreams
To drag your essence in
between
Full of danger for those
who dare
Those heedless souls who
journey there
To beard the old one in
his den
The foul one seated
amidst his kin
A fate most terrible is
waiting, true,
Of screaming souls, a
witches brew
Of eternal damnation, and
this I’ve seen
For I oft journey in
between
For I can see the beauty
there
Challenges for a knight
who dares
To seek, and search for a
single rose
To be with her as their
love grows
A loving touch, a warm
embrace
To gently caress, and
kiss her face….
Her pearl-like neck, her
cheeks, her lips
And of each other needs
must sip-
To drink, the thirst that
can’t be stilled
To taste of love until
they’re filled
I’d gladly chance the
foul ones lair
To kiss your lips, caress
your hair
To share with you our
hearts desire
To light the lights of
eternal fire
My heart- my hope- of you
I dream
For thee I’d journey in
between.
