The spell it came within a book
Tucked back beyond the attic nook,
Deep within the pages told
Of secrets kept from days of old,
And then I saw it glowing bright
The answer to my lonely night.
Inside the book with pages torn
I read the words one autumn morn
But did not heed the warning there
Among the stories bright and fair
For all that caught my eye that day
A reference to a certain fey:
“ He’s dreaming in his treetop tower
Content to wait for the witching hour
To cast off limbs for flesh and bone
Wander through valley and standing stone
That brings him square up to the door
Where his lady waits on misty shore
With wand in hand and wreath in hair
She conjures him ‘tween earth and air,
And when they meet ‘neath moonlit sky
The faeries know the knot they tie
Will bring her joy and many tears
As well as magic, love and fears.
For mortal witch and faerie lover
Will join as one and soon discover
The veil is thin this Samhain night
And many partake of unearthly delight
Then wake to the cold November sky
Hang down their heads and heave a sigh
For alone they be each on their own side
The veil now dense, the distance wide.”
And I am one of witches fair
That conjured earth, fire, water and air
Upon a lonely Samhain night
To bring to me one shinning bright
A love to know and keep till dawn
And caring not if right or wrong.
So dressed in green by pale moonlight
I trod the woods that fateful night
And when I came upon the tree
That every night had beckoned me
I raised my wand up to the sky
And to the stars let out a cry.
“You of green within this tree,
Oh shinning one, come down to me,
Oh green one dwelling high above
Come down and bring to me your love
That we may dance until the dawn
Make love till all starlight is gone.
I cast this spell by thistle and thorn
You shall be mine until the morn.”
The crystal sparked the tree was lit
With tiny lights from root to tip.
I saw his face atop the tree
His glowing eyes stared down at me,
His voice it floated to the ground
And settled on the mossy mound,
“The night is long my pretty bird,
So take my hand, don’t say a word.
Into the night I’ll hold your hand
Across the green we’ll walk the land,
And you will know such wondrous things
That cause mere mortal hearts to sing.”
My feet were bare and so was he
His luminous wings did flutter free.
Our hands were clasped beneath the stars
Wee hours of night becoming ours.
As we walked through hills of silken green
And circles of stone with moonlit sheen
My faerie lover showed me things
That dwell within the mushroom rings,
Where dancing in a moonlit glen
He kissed my lips again and again,
Till lips and legs began to tingle
His breath and mine as one did mingle.
And then beneath the starry night
I saw the often told of sight
A doorway opened in the ground
Among the mushrooms gathered round.
And pulled along a lustrous hall
I felt myself begin to fall
Then caught within green arms so strong
I whispered low, this can’t be wrong.
The night stretched out before our eyes
Pushed longingly within our cries
As we made love beneath the earth
Both solemnly and filled with mirth.
Upon his bed of leaves and moss
He left me breathless, at a loss,
For soon I knew the sun would rise
And wipe the stars from out the skies
And he would leave me in a mess
To search the hills for my green dress.
Now my life is different it seems
My hair has turned a brownish-green
Everyone that passes me by
Can see the silver in my eyes,
And like the sky that shown that night
My skin now shimmers in pale moonlight.
So guard your hearts, oh witches fair
When moon is full love fills the air
But cast you not that faerie spell
For in its wake the tale you’ll tell
Is one of love and then of sorrow
Of time suspended till the morrow,
When autumn’s frost lay on the ground
And winter breathes its mournful sound
You’ll speak about the lovely things
That one can do with faerie wings
And then your breath will catch in time
With memories of faerie rhyme
That fill your nights and clutter your days
And make you walk around in a haze,
And all because the spell you cast
Brought faerie love that could not last.