Mystery of the Fae.

Just a few hours before the roster crows, the old Druid at last back, makes his way.

Tess time of the Full Close Moon and night was a bright as many a day.

A smile had crossed his lips as he blew his second immortal Lady a kiss along the Ley.

For each night he must go to the Alter Stones and feed the Demon stray.

They guard the hidden portal to land of the other way.

Out of which each night come the Swarms that only the High Druidess can see.

Or he with his hidden secret tech of the day.

But now he is home and Green and Gold vertical slit eyes shine with joy.

He is back, back, in a strange language they all seem to say.

Old body tired he almost falls as tails twist and block his way.

Chuckling to himself for in his mind he is still young and nimble as the wind.

Not like this body of old driftwood that across to many distant seas has been.

From a pocket on in his oh so worn clothes, he take out a small stone picked up, on the not quite Ley

It is cold to touch even in this hot night, I am special it seems to say.

Holding it up and with a sigh. I swear by Air, Land and Sea.

The Fae did not leave us as all believe, but have turned.

And now it's Cats that they all truly appear to be.

Moon Rising

TDK / The Druid King

Copyright George King July 22, 2013

Morgania Maid Maven

The Lady of Shalott is an 1888 painting by the English Pre-Raphaelitepainter John William Waterhouse.

Morgania Maid Maven
"
The Gull and the Raven flew with Morgania Maid Maven.

As she rode down the shore along the emerald green Sea.

A Goddess of Power Trice Land Air and Sea.

Hard Men's hearts weep at the sight of her hair blowing in the Wind.

And fell dumbstruck to the ground, for to touch her was highest of Sin.

Women walked miles in path horses hoofs hoping to find a hair from sweet Head

For Woven into flax, it was said to bring Magick in Bed,

Each generation claims they saw her though she should be so long Dead.

Its True Cawed the Raven the Gull was there Too.

Sand slips through my fingers like Time in the Glass.

As I remember the Love of a long long loss Lass."


"Noon Rising Sun across the Sea cast.

Death and memories, I am frozen in a moment that pain will not let Pass

For a Bard role's I never meant to be my last Task

But am given the peacocks long quell and tongue ink of the wind.

On Fire staff, I lean heavy as Sea's Roar brings sounds of old battles I not Win.

Yet walked away from, last living covered in  Dark Magick's crimson Sin.

 Morgania Maid Maven I will always see you on the shore riding the Sea's Salt Wind."

TDK

(c) July 19, 2013 George King (Except Images).

Hail wise Druids a Boon I do beg. Just came from sleep's Fairy Hill
With words in the mind forcing me to to write the bitter sweet rhyme.
Can anyone tell me if matches in anyway any tale of the long dead Bards told.
For in works Erin I am not even begin deep.