Poetry ~ The Mystic and the Bard (A Fairy Tale)

Mystic and BArd

It was written in the stars and carved in stone
that a Mystic rule the heavens and a Bard rule earth’s throne

An alchemist and a dreamer, the Mystic’s magic cast a glow
inspiring the Bard to sing and lighting the land below

Roaring through the forest and bellowing over the seas,
the Bard charmed the Mystic, regaling in poetry

Beckoning the Mystic, the Bard stretched out his hand
but his feet were rooted in the earth and he could not leave the land

The Mystic descended from the clouds, but her efforts were in vain
she was bound to the heavens and could not enter earth’s domain

Their love within reach, they conspired with the divine,
transcending the laws of nature, the lovers’ fingers entwined

As their fingers touched, sparks began to fly
illuminating the stars, scattered across the sky

And with one kiss, pure magic emerged
on that starry night, when heaven caressed the earth

Poetry ~ The Dead Inn


“Boo!”
Howled the Gatesman as I pulled up the drive, “Welcome to the Dead Inn, we’re so glad you’ve arrived.”

“Boo!”
Screeched the Butler as he opened the door and the maid looked up scrubbing blood from the floor.

“Boo!”
Groaned the Innkeeper as he tossed me a key, “Your room is upstairs, it’s marked door number three.”

“Boo!”
Snapped the Bell-hop with an evil glare, “It gets dark at night, hope you’re not scared.”

“Boo!”
Roared the monster from under the bed, “Enjoying your evening? You do know you’re dead?”

“Nooo!”
I screamed as I gathered my wits and ran down the stairs calling it quits. 

“Boo!”
Cried the Watchman as he locked the gate, “Oh, you must stay for dinner you can’t afford to be late.”

“The others will join you around the table at eight. All dead on arrival through these rusty gates.”

“Boo!”
Laughed the Grimm Reaper, “I guess heaven can wait!”

Poetry ~ When the Fairies Sing

You kissed me under the stars the night the fairies began to sing. 

Then you strapped on your guitar and I grabbed my tambourine. 

We jammed all night with the fairy sprites
and we danced a jig till the morning light. 

We were drunk on song and merriment
when the sun came up and the fairies went

back to their safe enchanted wood. 
And we fell asleep right where we stood.