Coral Hull: Poetry: Faery Wood: Faery Death

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CORAL HULL: FAERY WOOD
Faery Death


When the shining faery died ...

The spell of forgetfulness was cast

Upon the one whose light is dim

So that he was left with his reflection

In a pond that mirrored his fate

When the shining faery died ...

The wings of swans carried her home

To a land more wise to her ways

She rested beside a sleepy frog

Inside the cocoon of a hollow log

By a stream to wash away her grief

So that only her love remained

When the shining faery died ...

The pale blue bells began to droop

And the lilies shone with moisture

The trees all crowded in concern

New whiskers and eyes were upon her

From dark twilight to pale dawn

When the shining faery died ...

We all held her hand, she was a rose

She was in the time of the roses,

The dawn, the daylight, the dusk

And the night of the roses

So that it was the world of the roses

And the time of her blooming

A warm scent travelling into the wind.

When the shining faery died ...

She replenished the woods with a tear

So that a blue bird sang of rain to come.

It was an effortless serene departure

When a faery dies she is rarely alone

For faery lore is joyous and faery love is kind

And mischief needs its companions

And celebrations need their little dancers.

And all things good remain alive within.

When the shining faery died ...

She was a frail and gentle exhalation

Yet her light shone so brightly still

In a magical wood he could not see

Her life going on to forever and ever

When the shining faery died ...

It was faint and trembling to behold

For she became a cascading firefly

Alight throughout the coldest woods

She caressed the shadows with her wings

Amongst the many trees that took her in

And she spoke her stories on their bark

And within the velvet wing of a moth

Who flew her forgiveness into the gods

And the eyes of all the creatures were lit

And provided the light by which we sang

And danced that song across many lands

This singing continued across the eons

And in her name we danced her home

And never lost she danced in our hearts

And in our dreams she grows ever lovely.

For that is the purpose of the faeries.

As for the one who harboured hatred

So little would remain of him ...

    

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