by frithus forest

Created on: July 03, 2007

THE FROG-FAERY PRINCESS

Under the fast fading light
of the waning crescent moon,
Up to the deadly edge
of the murky but dancing waters,
He felt lured
by some half-forgotten sprite
or mermaid's tale.
A hopelessly land-wrecked soul,
hopelessly wandering lost,
until off from windward afar
he heard a single siren's croon.

"Goddess Losgunna," he called,
"please teach me to know

where and when to leap.
What do you keep hidden
beneath the waving water's
seething surface there?
Why does its skin glimmer
and draw my mind's eye
to this forbidden place?
Is it an omen of treasures lost
or is it a vessel wherein forever
the secrets of my soul to keep?

"Yet first confess if I were to,
would she then forsake these waters
and an earth-life with me share?
Or am I already at the threshold
of an afterlife, where without her
I am doomed in despair to drown
and at the bottom of these seas
a freezing eternity to sleep?

"Faery Losgunna, I implore you,
for I find that I now grow sore afraid.
It looks so deep and these feelings
drawing me are so strong and so strange.
Something breaches the dark surface,
seeming half-woman, glistening to me,
yet what void unknown also exists below,
that in my mortality I cannot foresee?
Now her fair hair flows bright strands,
like flowing filaments and soft halos
of full moonlight encircling her head.

Her eyes are dark but strangely living,
like the earthen hallowed chalices
holding up sacred waters in offerings
to the high heavens' starlit skies.
So I sense these night-black seas
cannot be empty and icy after all,
for though I wait here soul-bare
on a misty, wind-swept shore
as my time nears my last midnight,
their warmth like a liquid blanket
urges my shivering soul come enter."

Then a soft, wet voice whispered
secretly soothing to his heart's ear,
though none other could be seen
but what appeared an amphibian
reclining on a rock nearby.
"Trust your deepest feelings,
brave shipwrecked explorer of the sea.
The time is now to be or desist to be."

And from the vision that he beheld
approaching him from out the depths,
but whose shapely lavender lips
had not parted yet to speak,
the man looked instead to where he thought
the guiding voice had magically risen.
But all he could hear
was a movement in the water
and all he could receding see
was white foam rising over the stone
where the frog-like creature had been
before it had slid back into darkness.

"Yes, Queen Losgunna, now I know:
I do desire it and deep in my dying soul
I know I care!" the man burst out,
as if his desires were already dissolving,
instead of witnessing

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