Feel now the Changeling lace
About the throat and heart
Where beat forbidden love
For they who flew the gilded dove.
Possessive as Poseidon
Thunder of the deep -
Attractive and controlling,
Deep and dark
As moths that fly without
Their coveted light.
Spend all the hours of midnight in a breathing rush
Where chest can draw as mountain stream
The air, sweet velvet of the night
More fair than elderberry on the bough
And beat it into action, pearling thought
Along the creased quilt-work of the brow.
Think.
Think.
Think,
Who long had thought eluded
Dwell on his eyes, his augur gimlet gaze
And know he loves you much, his heart is pure
Intentions good.
Yet love is sustenance, a type of food, a sweet dessert
For one who has a tooth for it.
Feel midnight lace about your throat!
Constricting, tight,
And oh,
So beautiful.
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Long lines the fairy used to tread
Now filled with brimless dread.
Lidless, pursuing, everywhere
The eye of death and air.
Great forests filled with snow
Where winged insects used to glow
Now faded charcoal, dusty limb
And ash where scent of jasmine was.
The sun above, a blaze of red
A strand of auburn on her head
And sweetness bitter-edged just for me
Gone now. Gone beyond a sea
Of thought.
Where fairies used to walk
The cobwebs grow
And bloated stands
The carrion crow
Where walked
In silver
They
Who walked the silver elven way.
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Was looking forward to your more, by the way, Tomasque. I must admit to writing the above on pure whim in a few minutes and without much conscious direction, so forgive any weirdness. Well, stream of consciousness and all.