When the shining faery died ...
The spell of forgetfulness was cast
Upon the one whose light is dim
So that he was left with his reflection
In a pond that mirrored his fate
When the shining faery died ...
The wings of swans carried her home
To a land more wise to her ways
She rested beside a sleepy frog
Inside the cocoon of a hollow log
By a stream to wash away her grief
So that only her love remained
When the shining faery died ...
The pale blue bells began to droop
And the lilies shone with moisture
The trees all crowded in concern
New whiskers and eyes were upon her
From dark twilight to pale dawn
When the shining faery died ...
We all held her hand, she was a rose
She was in the time of the roses,
The dawn, the daylight, the dusk
And the night of the roses
So that it was the world of the roses
And the time of her blooming
A warm scent travelling into the wind.
When the shining faery died ...
She replenished the woods with a tear
So that a blue bird sang of rain to come.
It was an effortless serene departure
When a faery dies she is rarely alone
For faery lore is joyous and faery love is kind
And mischief needs its companions
And celebrations need their little dancers.
And all things good remain alive within.
When the shining faery died ...
She was a frail and gentle exhalation
Yet her light shone so brightly still
In a magical wood he could not see
Her life going on to forever and ever
When the shining faery died ...
It was faint and trembling to behold
For she became a cascading firefly
Alight throughout the coldest woods
She caressed the shadows with her wings
Amongst the many trees that took her in
And she spoke her stories on their bark
And within the velvet wing of a moth
Who flew her forgiveness into the gods
And the eyes of all the creatures were lit
And provided the light by which we sang
And danced that song across many lands
This singing continued across the eons
And in her name we danced her home
And never lost she danced in our hearts
And in our dreams she grows ever lovely.
For that is the purpose of the faeries.
As for the one who harboured hatred
So little would remain of him ...
