The shimmering dust from the faeries' wings
Settling like snow in an ancient grove
Collecting in the birch leaves as they descend
While the Elves and Dryads dance below
Withered ruins and firefly lights
Ivy leaves grow on the trunks of trees
The sliver sound of the harpist’s harp
While the Elves and Dryads dance below
The ethereal light of the full moon waning
Reflected in the dewy grass
The howling of a nearby wolf
Carried through the forest by the Tree Spirit's voice
As the Elves and the Dryads dance below

Breathless darkness,
sparks in the air
Scattering stars
wind in my hair

Tumbling through fields,
light touch of feathers
Song of the earth
echoes forever

Heartbeat and dirt,
trees sway in the night
Shadows and flame
glowing orange, bright

Smell of the forest
cool air on my cheeks,
running, heart soaring
no words do I speak

Orion the Brave,
with his arrows and bow
he hunts in the sky
and the way he does show

This is a song I wrote last year in August. Of course, it can be read like a poem, just 'x' out the chorus, since technically I do not have any music to it--just the lyrics. =) Tell me what'cha think. The part (only Yours) in the chorus is a fade-away part. So yep...here it goes:

Take me just as I am
and change me from the inisde out
'cuz I'm so unholy within
and it sickens me so
to see the sad state of my soul,
the filth that fills me

Bravo! The hero saunters down the busy street
Confident in righteousness, upbeat
Defending the peers of the realm
The monster vanquished, good upheld
His bearing noble, the colors bright
He presents the crowd with quite a sight
Smug smile, upturned nose
Bright eyes, cheeks apple and rose
Cape confidently breezing
But people shove past, unseeing

Snow lines every bare branch, making it sparkle- stark, yet lovely. Most winters I know are grey, but here the sky is blue. This place is transformed from how I knew it in the summer, when the limbs and leaves were like delicate ink strokes running across the sunset, shivering in the breeze. I must get reacquainted. There is the path I followed to the Chapel, which is now hung with icicles. And over there is the ice rink that was once a carpet of grass and daisies. How the world has changed!

Breaking through the horizons
With golden rays of haze
Sparkling the dew, and glinting
Upon the waters
Sloping rain drenched plains
Casting yellow rays unto the hills
Mountains tall, shadows in morn
The sky is majestic
As the birds sing

Golden-green shines in the leaves
Forest dark is lightened by fire
And the creatures stir
The shadows blown away
The fresh winds come
The brightness blinds
As it blushes in the clouds
Something comes over dark fields
It is dawn

The world was small,
the woods were deep,
the stag with a cross
did run and leap
his antlers twining, like the trees
their branches winding
in the breeze
The cave was dark,
the stars were bright
stories written in them
poems and songs they used to sing
before the wind did take them
The seas were great,
the fires blazing
the warriors ran,
their torches raising
with spears and bows, and swords to pierce
silver dripping, shining
eyes so fierce

Chapter One
Ayla's Past

And here we begin the past.

The same poor therapist...

DOCTER: AAAHHHHH!!!! I’M GOING TO GO CRAZY! HELP ME! HELP ME!

THERAPIST: Some have reason to think you are already…

DOCTOR: What? Never mind. You must sort out my problems!

THERAPIST: Oh, silly me! I thought that was my job…

DOCTOR: Huh? Ah well. Where was I? Oh, yes, my problem.

THERAPIST: Get on with it then!

DOCTOR: Well sir, uh, I have a very big problem!

THERAPIST: No? Surely not?

DOCTOR: But it’s true! I… my… she… and he…and they…said…

THERAPIST: My patience is waning.