Waters of the Gods snug in my fist
Heat burns the back of the throat
Inside, the soul warms at its touch
Smelling of leather and smoke
Kiss of the glass to the lips
Empty bottle falls to the side
Yearning for clarity
O’ blade of steel and simple grip of wood
extension of my being and joy of my heart.
Block, parry and thrust and parry again
as the air is cut.
Loud! Echoes the rasp of edge against edge
Contact broken with a simple twitch of the wrist.
Glint of metal as the blade snaps down
saved by guard of filigree.
Lightning Fast! Your sharpened point whips out
Parried out but circling in tight.
Riposte explosion of speed and beauty
My opponent laid out.
Little girl ghost with the raggedy bear
Where do you wish to go?
They say there are two directions
One up and one below.
I couldn’t leave ole raggedy bear
Where would he get to stay?
I love him so much and he needs me here
How could I go away?
Run little girl and leave me behind
Raggedy bear spoke in a voice that was gruff
This man is wicked and a danger to you
I won’t stop loving and your love for me is enough
I am no danger to you, little girl
I only offer a choice
You can come and stay with me
It only needs be said with your voice
Run little girl ghost
Run while you can
I will stay and fight for your soul
From this very dangerous man
I will stay with you dangerous man
If you let my little girl go free
I couldn’t follow her anyway
I can learn to love even you, I guarantee
I am a lonely man, raggedy bear
I would be pleased if you stayed
Trapped between realms is a lonely place
Sometimes I grow afraid
Raggedy bear leapt and wrapped the man in an embrace
Little girl ghost disappeared in a puff
A smile lit upon her lips as she faded away
Knowing that ole raggedy bear had love enough
Searching, I find that which I seek
A toadstool circle at the base of an oak
Slowly, I dance to build my mystique
Catching the eye of a woodland folk
Adorned in leaves and pine cones to boot
Upon her head sits a leafy crown
Her smile is bright, her mischief takes root
She grabs my hand and swings me ‘round
Her scent is heady
And I may swoon
My feet grow unsteady
I lose track of the tune
I have grown old but once I was free
For the fairies danced with silly old me