Thursday, July 16, 2015

Wiliam H. Drummond writes

Flight of the Faerie King

Fleet of wing and light of feather
Chained only by the earth and skies
Through trees of green and fields of heather
The giant golden eagle flies

And on his back gently guiding
With golden crown upon his helm
Eldest of creation riding
The Faerie King surveys his realm

Ages past thus he has ridden
Ancient watcher of the earth
Nothing from his eyes is hidden
And nothing could dampen his mirth

He laughed at storm and at lightning
He knew that bad brought greater good
Storms brought rain and flowers’ bright’ning
And ashes fertilized the wood

His spirit trembled as he flew
A shiver traveled up his spine
The world had changed, that much he knew
A change that he could not define

Sadness took him and he shuddered
The eagle screeched in sympathy
“Bring me down,” he softly muttered
“I’m slipping into apathy”

Faerie King no longer traveled
He sat and cried on mountain side
Watched as history unraveled
And knew his hopes would be denied

If only someone came to him
With joy and care, laughter besides
Would his sadness finally dim
And magic fill all his insides

Will you be one to help the King?
With magic will you save the earth?
Will you bring laughter, make him sing?
Then dream sweet dreams for all you’re worth!

1 comment:

  1. As John Lennon remarked, "I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?"


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