The Faerie Queen

In-between Worlds and Holy Amused Poesy

The In-between
Perhaps a dream?
The Faerie Queen!
The Faerie Queen!

It’s in your head,
Is what they said,
The books you read
Your fancy fed.

But what is Real,
The gods reveal,
Is what you feel
Aflame with zeal.

It was but Fate.
The Heart’s a gate.
The Spell too great
It’s locks will break.

It was to choose,
To bind or loose.
The Soul to fuse,
With Holy Muse.

And so it goes
I spied the Rose,
Then wonder grows
And caught in throes.

That gate to part
That is the Heart,
One feels the smart
Of Eros’ dart.

And so that lance,
A longing glance,
Did so entrance
With true romance.

A vision clear.
A careful ear.
The yearning tear
Of distance near.

Away was took.
The whole Earth shook.
And under foot
A babbling brook.

O Blessed Curse
Of rhyme and verse
Doth now immerse
And mind coerce.

The Birds did lend
Their speech to wend
My Soul, resplend,
To Journeys end.

You’ll find not me
Among the free.
Where shall I be?
Lands of the Sidhe.

The Queen of Fae,
Bound to her Ways.
Caught in her gaze
Till end of days.