Temptress of the Meadows

Her snow-white skin clad only in sunlight
Glistens with the morning’s sprinkling dew
Her gentle traipsing breaks nary a blade
Of the grassy greens or the delicate leaves
The daisies part ways to ease her passage
Bending ever so slightly to watch as she passes
Her movements are effortless and fluid
Seeming almost unreal, almost divine
Slowly she lay and the fields move to greet her
She sinks in its lushness, warmed by its touch
Resplendent blossoms hold tight to her flesh
And brush gently against her white skinned cheek
Her dark hair lay tenderly amongst the bloom
Flowing elegantly into the meadows beneath
The imps and the faeries alike delight
And inch ever so closely to their Lady of Dreams
Oh how they long to touch her snow-white skin
So soft and inviting, so friendly and pure
An illusion of innocence permeates her air
Which is only betrayed by her dark piercing eyes
So kind and all knowing, yet blackened as pitch
So cold and fearless, so comprised of such power
To hold sway over man and over beast just the same
And yet so longing and empty her eyes still remain
As she longs to hear her own whispered name
So long forgotten to the annals of time
And kept from her till her curse becomes broken
By her long lost love returned from his journey
To whisper her name and free her at last
From these very meadows entrenched and entranced