Fireflies and rainbows
Paint the midnight sky
Tears flow into waterfalls
As butterflies float by
Wild flowers dance in the wind
Lemongrass and sage fill the air
The fearless and mighty warrior
Protects the maiden fair
Upon a trail of stardust
The knight and maiden must go
Through the misty forest
Following the river’s flow
Through darkness and underbrush
Knarled branches lead the way
All night’s creatures follow close
As they travel the length of days
Moonlight shimmers in the clouds
As they come upon the field
He takes his damsel by the hand
Before her beauty he slowly yields
Fireflies and gremlins
The only witnesses to their love
The maiden and her knight
Lay claim to the stars above
Sweet moss and midnight’s dew
In this bed they dance
Peach nectar from the gods
Intoxicate and entrance
Lady love is held powerless
Her body she yearns to bestow
From above silver spiders weave a web
To entrap the young nymph below
Entangled in the evil web
The maiden fair can not escape
Yellow tears fall silently
Forbidden love is now her fate
Unable to caress her silky skin
The warrior takes his mighty sword
And with all his strength and will
Breaks free the wicked gossamer
The knight clutches his love in his arms
All eyes on the carnal pair
The creatures join in harmony
And their quiet melody fills the air
The young damsel with angel eyes
Reveals her bosom devilishly
Desire and lust stirs the knight
And the fire ignites for all to see
Lovely painted butterflies
Take flight in the midnight sky
Warm golden rain begins to fall
As the fire’s flame attempts to defy
Nature’s pixies laugh and play
The young lovers slowly become one
A mystical fog envelopes them both
In this simple act they raise against the sun
Unhindered and unabashedly
Lips and limbs slowly entwine
Spirits and imps are kept at bay
The maiden, warrior and love- now a trine
(Inspired by poetry challenge on SRPP forum)
Alabaster skin glistens with morning’s first dew
A gossamer gown caresses curves slow to meet the day
She wakes from the eternal dream of lost souls
Only to seek solace in the arms of a forbidden love
She knows not the hindrances of shame for her love
Or the force of her unfathomable beauty
A mere mortal, Ottar, is held powerless in her wake
Their union abhorred by the Gods of all Aeisr
Weary from the night’s events, she sends bidding
For a Love song in memory of spent dreams
Her guests at Sessrumnir, are only too happy to oblige
Their debt for being delivered from the field of demise
The wanton battle and innocent blood spilt
Had lured her to the field to heed the word of Aesir
For no dwarf, elf or God was left to witness her form
As she disgracefully lent herself to the mortal man
She surveyed the blood and sun drenched fields
As she knelt motionless upon her hill
Waiting patiently for the memories to fade
Leading the dead to Sessrumnir always dismal work
Ottar has stolen her away to distraction
Led with skilled hands and a playful melody
The thrill of bodies writhing in passion divert
All thoughts of the dead and her fate
In awe, he embraces his goddess tenderly
And bears witness to her pain and unrest
Aware the Gods loathe him for tarnishing her
He loves her more for what she has forsaken
All thoughts of battles, both of mortal man
And with the Gods chastising her love,
Disappear in the remnants of the day
For this moment in time, she has been freed.
‘Tis she, Napaeae- woodland nymph of mountain glen
Whose quest for spun honey, cinnamon drenched
Oft left her drunk with desire time and again
An insatiable thirst that could not be quenched
Along the grotto she searches far and wide
There amongst gnarled branch and babbling brook
When, lo!, she comes upon Pan, his flute by his side
Amethyst eyes glimmer with a playful look
He sits upon a bed of springtime flowers
Resting amongst the lemongrass and sage
Pan plays a tune to lure away Napaeae’s powers
Sweet moss and midnight’s dew become her stage
Her gossamer silhouette of trembling limb,
Begins a dance to twilight’s melody
Dormant desire released on a whim
As Pan plays along mischievously
Sweet nectar of love, our nymph doth seek
And it is Pan- the possessor of her spun honey
With impish smile and tune- that makes her weak
Her unbridled need begs to be set free
Spring love quickly turns to summer heat
With the ebb and flow of passion’s kiss
When sweet honey and lips, doth meet
Napaeae and Pan find a moment of bliss