Weaver of Legends

”If you walk in the forest

On dark autumn night

And see through the darkness

That shimmering light

You think what it could be

A nightmare or true?

For you never can see me

But I’ll give you a clue:

Out of the darkness

There’s a form of a dream

A nightmare that’s restless

Or so it might seem

I came from the shadows

Was born of the light

With my wings I then rose

To the skies in the night

I play with my pipes

And I sing you my tune

I’ll win all my fights

Then hide in the moon

I ride on a white hare

Fly with a swan

To my ever-dark lair

Where I am the one

To laugh in the woodlands

And dance with my song

I’ll raise then my hands

And my magic so strong

A spell I will weave

From the rays of a star

My nest I will leave

And fly then afar

For I am the dweller

Of earth and of tales

Fairy-song’s singer

A dragon folk’s scales

From me do they rise

All the legends there is

So look in my eyes

And I’ll tell you this:

I am the mother

Of all you can hear

Poetry’s father

And tales you may fear

In stories and singing

My life can be seen

When bells they are ringing

My delight they mean

But what I’m inside

That you never can learn

If you don’t look behind

And my gift you don’t earn

So write you a song

Of a unicorn’s dream

Or tell a tale long

In which legends are seen

You still cannot see me

But you’ll finally know

That the light you did see

Forever will glow

So there in the forest

On dark autumn night

I dance in the darkness

And sing in the light

And then – if you see me

I’ll promise you so

You’ll never forget me

Or dreams I do grow

For the moment your eyes

Are laid upon me

All my disguise

Will vanish and see:

My voice is the singing

The stories my life

Forever I’m playing

My pipes in the night.”

(By: Wyrd)