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A few steps from the campfire, Or centuries away depending On how you travel, Whether by sight Or in the mists at night, There lies a small house in the wood. Within this house lives an ageless Beauty, As old as the oldest oak, Yet as young and enchanting As Aphrodite at the height Of her Goddess powers. One evening as Lord Hawk sang I wandered off into the woods, No reflection on Hawk's song... I was just in one of those moods Where wandering seems the thing to do. As I entered the mists surrounding the camp His baritone voice seemed to fade away, Not from distance, but as if I was getting Further and further away in a different direction, Heading off "that way," if you know what I mean. Spying this little house I entered. (It seemed to be the natural thing To do at the time. Not knocking that is.) Seated at the table was the raven haired Enchantress of the Wood. There off to the side was a guitar, So I picked it up and began to strum A little tune in a 3/4 time. A waltz. I sang a song to the Enchantress of the Wood. She sat there with her raven hair, Her lace and silk and leather. She used my song to cast her spell Upon my heart. And even though I knew her, Knew the spell she wove, I couldn't stop my singing for I was afraid that she might stop Enchanting. The Enchantress of the Wood. The Minstrel Prince Sitting alone of a Vernal Eve enjoying the scents from the sea dreaming of days beyond time and nights spent off and alee... The woods by the sea called for this company a cottage be built here by me... Evening has called this days work it is done candles lit, lights are on fires burning low in night... Through the mists of a century long before this or was it tomorrow in dreams... I heard in the distance a faint and soft humming a song that I loved and I knew he was coming... Anticipation and joy though my fervor I hid I welcomed him home from his travels... I knew it was him his brown eyes aglowing his hair long and curling a beard of distinction and style... Out of the woods and far from his campfire he wandered the mist laden path My Minstrel Prince had found his way home without knowing this place was his own... lilibon ©1996
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