A young man walked the winter wood
All round him snowy white
The shadows blue grew long and deep
As day gave way to night

He quick’d his pace as the daylight waned
And pulled his collar high
His breath did frost in the dark’ning air
As movement caught his eye

He spun, “Who’s there?” his voice barked out
No answer did forthcome
Once more he hastened through the dusk
Toward his distant home

The shadows danced just out of reach
He turned toward a sound
A lilting song, so light, so fair
Drifted o’er the frozen ground

“I know you’re there!” he called again
Once more the music came
“Who are you?” hard he peered around
“A child? What’s your name?”

No child would cause the hand of fear
That gripped the young man’s neck
He hurried on through length’ning shades
Along his homeward trek

And then a form appeared ahead
And with it once again
That bell-like song so sweet and clear
Of foe? Or was it friend?

“Who are you, child?” he stopped abrupt
“And why torment me so?
“Can you not see I hurry home
“Before a threatening snow?”

“The snow will come,” the lass replied
“No matter where you be,
“So why not stay, why rush away?
“Enjoy the snow with me.”

It was no child before him now
Tho’ no more than child’s size
But woman-form with wild gold hair
And mocking azure eyes

She stepped toward him, as on air
Her footfalls made no mark
Though soft fresh snow lay all around
White-blue in the deepening dark

He caught his breath as her hand reached out
To stroke half-frozen skin
Hot fire soared through ‘wakened veins
When her slim arms gathered him in

“Stay with me,” her words did tease
“I swear you will be warm.
“There is no wonder in these woods
“So wond’rous as a storm”

Her hand, like ice upon his neck
Pulled his mouth to hers
“You do not wish to go,” she sighed
(Enchantment laced her words)

Her kiss possessed him, and he moaned
“I do not wish to go”
She pulled him down on the icy bed
Of freshly fallen snow

Beneath the frozen snow so deep
Sleep the seeds of spring
And one young fool who stopped too long
When he heard the faerie sing

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A silver strand of starlight weaves between us
Like a magical web, bonding and binding
Strengthening our spirits and the magic within
Spiraling ever outward

The farthest reaches of the Universe
The nucleus of every atom
Bound with the living spark of magic
That circles on and on

To tap that magic is a gift unbounded
Precious to heart and spirit
A rare and sparkling gem
Glowing among the night sky’s embers

The brightest star, the moon and sun
Can only reflect the light of the magic
Uniting us one with another
And with the Universe itself

The magic like the starlight
Knows no limits of time or space
Ever spiraling, ever growing
There is nothing impossible in its path

Grasp that silver strand
Hold the starlight in your palm
Let it caress you with its spark
And light your heart with its love

Dance among the burning embers
Of a thousand years of past and future
Feel the kiss of the wind
Gaze into the eyes of the starfilled heavens

Never doubt the strength of the power
Never try to limit its scope
The magic breathes the breath of wonder
The key to dreams come true

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Black silken fur shimmered
As steel-spring muscles twitched
A quiet miaou ushered from his throat
As the cat slept, dreaming.

I wondered where he was hunting tonight
And what prey was being stalked in dream
Did he hunt mice behind the barn
Or was he a tiger, sliding silently through the jungle?

Was he back a thousand years
Hunting the prey his ancestors hunted?
Was he the Pharoah’s cat
Mousing in some sacred tomb?

Did he dream a witch-cat’s dreams
Stalking silent shadows
As flames danced around him
Making his smooth, ebony hide gleam?

“Cat,” I whispered softly
One satin ear flicked in response
He purred softly, turned over
And began to dream once more.

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Precious one, do you not know
Dragons never die?
Their bodies may grow cold
And the sparkle leaves their eye
Their fiery breath will leave them
And great pinions no more fly

But dragons never die

The starlight takes them, sweet one
Upon its back away
And up into the heavens
Where the night is never day
And the magic in the starshine
Is the magic of their song
For they’ve never really left you
They have been there all along

So when you’ve cast your sorrow
And your tears are all cried dry
Just reach out and catch the starlight

For Dragons Never Die

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