a song in the air as sweet as a pea
on lips of a man: sir Crownen was he
green ferns in his hair, light step in his boot
with bright ruddy cheeks, hands strumming a lute
his eyes were as light, as sycamore trees
and words of his tongue, they flowed like the breeze
and Crownen he walked, past rivers so blue
the dirt crunched beneath, a sparrow near drew
the tune on his tongue, the rippling air
it caught the bird’s ear, the music so fair
he drew further in, past bustling bees
on old forest path, through old forest trees
a tree spirit fair, she caught his sweet words
words deep as sorrow, and joyful as birds
the maiden’s soft heart, was drawn towards the sound
she made herself flesh, her beauty unbound
up Crownen he leaped, his heart fluttered light
the lady like birch, so tall and so white
a smile like silk, hair flowing as seas
her neck was a tow’r, her skin winter freeze
in Crownen his throat, within rose a tune
for the lady fair, her beauty rare hewn
‘most surely’ he thought, ‘no mortal is she’
‘but made herself skin, and naught did she flee’
‘a tree yet a lass, a leaf dwelling near’
‘with grace she looks on, towards me she looks dear!’
so open his mouth, and song spouted forth
like leaf twined with dirt, a branch laced with birth
and spirits around, they all turned their gaze
to birch maiden fair, and Crownen’s song raised
and love bound their hearts, the spirit and man’s
she joined in the song, for great length it ran
until the oak spoke, pleased at the sweet sound
he called for their word, by contract be bound
so wed they became, and Formyeh he laughed
the joy His children, the music they craft
and blessed them with throats, like no mortal had
and flesh was she made, He called her Dryad
to Lowen they went, and there did they dwell
in peace they built home, no evil befell
their lives intertwined, with tune of great trees
and children came forth, they all sang in ease
Lowen the valley, the fertile green home
the land where a tree and a man did roam
About the Creator
cosette alize
I write stories, because I live a story. No fantasy world will ever compare to the one we live in. I want to describe our world in a way that reveals the Creator's magic, and write fantasy world's in a way that illuminates our reality.
Comments (1)
This is so lovely and sweet and magical. Immediate 🤍 without hesitation.