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Maggie White Oct 2014
A traveler new in town,
Was walking down the street.
His eyes fell on a girl that passed;
One that he felt eyes should never meet.

He stopped and stared after her.
Odd he thought this young.
A man that sold flowers on the street
Noticed the traveler holding his tongue.

He nudged the man gently,
His voice low, he said,
“Traveler, I would not follow.
You would be better off dead.”

The traveler asked,
“Who is this soul
That walks gracefully there?
For I would like to know.”

The merchant stared at the man
With half a mind to walk away.
But then he thought,
Why not? For it's been a dreary day.

“First, do not be fooled by her image.
Her name is Lady M.
It is said those who seek after her
Are never seen again.

“They say she has no soul.
They say she’s long been dead.
Those of us who know her at all
Dare not walk where she’s led.

“Her eyes are black and empty,
But stare into your being.
She takes your worst and horrible fears
And turns them into everything you’re seeing.

“She has no family to be found
She belongs to no one at all.
No one would dare touch her.
No one would catch her if she were to fall.”

The man looked at the merchant
In unbelief and surprise.
And said, “My dear man,
What you say must all be lies!

“How can you expect to know her
If you talk about her in such a way?
Here, I will prove you wrong.
With her I will spend the day.”

The merchant pitied the spell-bound man,
Gave him a lily and said,
“Then go now with this flower
That I sell for the dead.”

The man, not noticing
The merchant's warning words,
Took the flower in his hand
And turned to follow her...
                                                ...
      ­                                              ...
               ­                   He followed that girl into the woods,
                                           The one they call Lady M.
                                    He followed her to know the truth,
                                          And was never seen again.
Puffs of thistledown
floating in the air.

Lovely lady
dark blue plums
and the tracery of lace.

'Toot' says a trumpet
to the cry from a clarinet.

Tinkling piano notes
flowing
lilting, rippling, fleeting
fleeing.

Bows, strings and violins.

Echoes of yesterday
fading into grey.
Serenity Elliot Sep 2014
When the heat of summer goes
Starry day
Will leave no more
Without the man of the moon
We will rest
In it
Again

But in sleep,
And in dreams
We can’t see your voice.
And in sleep,
But in dreams
We shall speak again.

If the desserts and hills rise,
And I leave to the start of nights,
In the light we hear her sounds
Beckoning me away

I will leave there

And leave again
The sun's up
And here I am
with another sleepless night
As thoughts take over me once again
Endless Horizon Aug 2014
On the top of a magnificent mountain,
where the air was cool,
I met a Mountain Lady, hiding,
behind one of the trees.

She seemed to have an aura around her,
a light emanating from deep within.
She was adorned in the finest of silk,
in a color, I've never seen.

The wind was as if,
obeying her every command
The trees as if,
greeting her in every footsteps.
Even they were so captivated by her.

As thirsty and hungry as I was,
she gave me things to eat.
It was the most delicious
food  I have ever tasted.
And it was the most
quenching liquid that I have ever drank.

When I was under her trust...her control,
the humble lady decided to act.
Emerged out of her fingers,
were sparks of lightning.
They hit my chest.
And I felt as if I was stabbed,
with a thousand of the sharpest of knives.

I lost my breath,
and fell to the ground.
Her silk dress ignited in flames,
the fire consuming her,
before she transformed into a hideous being.
She rose from the ground,
flying out of the mountaintop.

This is all I remember,
of how I met the captivating Mountain Lady.
For I never woke from her evil spell
*a g a i n
A fun trip to the mountains inspired me to write something about where I was...the climate...the trees. Good thing though I didn't make a mess of myself.
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