Red lantern sways
In the rich milky moonlight.
Soft perfumed wind
Carries flowers to my feet.
Dark trees hush my progress
As fireflies guide my way
I feel my fingers tighten
My body tingles
My robes swishing
Bringing up the rear
I am a Faerie Queen
Dark Graceful Beautiful
Elegant Powerful
Hazy purples veil my face
Grey mantles shift
Reveal my form
Clean Pure Strong
Insubstantial
A thing of dark moss forests
And hidden valleys.
Of many centuries and many forms
My eyes drift
Across the hills
Eyes that have seen all
Hills that once were young
When wave crashed
Against rock
And rain beat upon earth
When time was young
And I was old
Many men’s lives have I seen.
And many men have
Given their lives for me
The Dark Muse they may call me
Evil some say
Just as the river is
Evil for flooding
So am I evil.
Everything bows before me.
Slender brown women
Sigh and whisper their allegiance
Tall grey men
Chant for me
I pass them but not
With ought proper blessing
Red lantern swings
In the breeze of the stars
As the moon washes
Away my shadow
So that none may see
Except old hills and
Hidden eyes and trees.
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