Lore-A twisted tale
I beheld an enchanting, Elven-maiden fair,
skipping dew-covered stones without a care.
Her mantle moss-green and etched with gold
as I inched in closer, my actions bold.
Her feet were clad in dainty boots of velvet-grey.
silver clasped and laced in spider-silk this comely fae.
She laughed which brought on my immediate grin
and I marveled at the pleasant tingling upon my skin.
'Come closer!', her voice tinkling like rippling water,
'Fear not young one, this woodland daughter!'
I arose, her voice compelling me at her bid,
Compared to her radiance; I was but a gangly kid.
Her voice stroked my ego as I listened in awe to her words,
'You are destined for greatness!', trembling at what I heard.
'Great men shall sit with you at a table in the round,
at your side a powerful sword; upon your head a royal crown!'
I jumped as a voice bellowed, ' Help me put my armor on!'
Fully awake, I wept for my beautiful maiden had gone.
Alas a wondrous dream; had allowed my imagination to take wing,
for never could a common and lowly squire; become a mighty king!
Jane Richer is a poet and writer who lives in Alberta, Canada. She is published online and in print. She loves to poke fun at herself and rather likes to write tongue-in-cheek poetry but she will dabble in all kinds of genres to widen her creative nature. She loves to 'sister'- (write a complimentary poem) and feels that is the greatest form of acknowledgment and respect in expression for another poet's talent.