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    Woodland Door     September 9, 2009

    hungry for missing hearts

    his hers both

    sore tried by abandonment

    warrior king had lost fay laughter

    gone, silent haunting eyes

    music taken by soulless wind

    forest carpet no longer showed

    imprints of dancing feet

    hours days eons ago

    laird had without thought spoken

    "Brigid I cannot be your friend"

    ​

    dance stopped in mid step

    song ceased in mid tone

    hands that had reached toward him

    curled against spiderweb vest

    tears slipt down suddenly pale cheeks

    ​

    "because you are human and I am not"

    came softest murmur

    moan shivered through slight form

    ephemeral light shattered

    lithe body anguished writhed

    pulled apart by growing gale

    she was gone

    ​

    quest began

    mountains heard laird's echoing calls

    empty valleys seduced him

    seas destroyed his oaken boat

    ages passed mortal king by

    hawthorn staff supported exhausted soul

    ​

    stumbling into unearthly grove

    warrier king swayed, blinked

    shaft golden green with light

    surrounded dark woodland door

    leaf littered ground beckoned him

    laird grew still

    breath gone

    heart silenced

    life energy spent

    yet somehow he could hear

    soft fay whisper

    wafting from woodland door:

    ​

    "I forgive you my warrior king,

    welcome home"

    ​