Amongst folded hills The forest ripples Dripping Down into the valleys, Then Clambers back up Towards heaven
A Saxon Lord, a hunter A top his white and noble steed Kinsmen close behind him Hounds baying at the Stag They pursue Charges through the sunlight Dappled green Painted on his brow
Concentrated on his quest Divided from his clan Appearing in his vision A group of maidens Dancing In a glade of sheer luminance
In their midst, one Exquisite in her artistry Flowers embroidered in Golden hair Shimmering in Elfin melodies Entrancing in its harmony
He stood Drowning in her beauty
Bewitched
Knowing
Never again could he be Without His Fairy Queen*
(C) Pixievic 2016
Inspired by the Legend of Edric the Wild & his Fairy Queen Godda - Fey = fairy