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Author: Joan Milligan
Fiction Rated: K - English - Fantasy - Reviews: 7 - Published: 10-02-02 - Updated: 10-02-02 - id:995686
The tune should be similar to Mercedes Lackey's "Shadow Stalker" as performed by Heather Alexander, with slight adjustments to fit the style and occasional change of meter.

The night was dark and heavy and the rain began to fall

And the moon shone high and silver as a distant crystal ball

And the boy was walking aimlessly along the muddy way

When those eyes of flame and darkness caught his gaze

And caught him prey

Two red embers in the distance, two bright tomb-marks in the dark

Unlike any daytime creature, shadows' taint and devil's mark

Two shining, burning fires called to all his nightly fears

Two red eyes like magic jewels, and each jewel bright with tears

Cold terror seized the boy's mind, "who is there?" he gave a cry

Seeking to escape the vision, or its magic to deny

But the eyes came only forward, every slowly and with grace

And in their red hot brilliance he saw

A living face

Neither human neither monster, neither animal nor beast

Not a cold untrue illusion that would set his mind at peace

Earthly beauty wasn't in it, but its stranger's beauty shone

He was captured at that moment by the dark and fair unknown

He looked at it unmoving as his will and fear both broke

Then the stranger gazed upon him and softly then it spoke

Though he seemed to think the language was not one he ever heard

It bewitched him and beguiled him

And he heeded every word

"Hear me, human, child of daylight, who has seen a Faerie's eyes

With the rising of the dawn it will be time for me to die

I implore you and I charge you with my story, human boy -

If my tale would keep your people, I in sorrow may find joy"

And the boy, he looked upon her, Faerie-creature of the night

And her story true and wondrous deep within his heart took flight

But the shadows then did rise and laugh, and made his blood run cold

With their voices and their mocking words

That haunt his kind of old

"Be thee gone, oh Faerie-creature, for the human is not yours

We now hold him, we have taught him nighttime magic to abhor

We have taught his kind to fear you and your story taught to hate

Come the dawn you will bear witness, with your pledge you sealed your fate."

Now the shadows leapt upon the boy and chilled his heart to stone

Of a sudden he was cold and he was frightened and alone

And he looked upon the Faerie, upon magic dark and fair

Then he turned and fled the night while she called after

In despair.

And come dawn he spread the story of the beast with eyes of red

Of the darkness that seduced him and rose up to strike him dead

Of the night he made the enemy, of magic foulest lies

And horror of the beauty in the tearful Faerie eyes

It's been ages since that night, and still sometimes children see

Faerie-magic in the darkness offering to set them free

They are taught to fear and hate it from the first day of their lives

But in childhood dreams remembered

The beauteous night survives.

So let go, oh grown up children, of your fear of beauty dark

Of your hate of fair unknown and your distrust of magic's spark

Only shadows cast the shadow that you flee and that you hate

Never gone are Faeries' stories - in the dark, they ever wait.



© Copyright 2002 Joan Milligan (FictionPress ID:3481).


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