Constellations

Lady Di hangs by a star or two
nocturnal animals with hands ready to catch
They stare into the sky and cry for you
and run away when the gods begin to clash

The stag, the bear, the night owl too
they run to Arcadia, they follow the path

Who will he appear as the beast or Callisto?
the child a king who will rule many nations.
But first must defeat the one in the crystal
his mother's father the wolf in translation

In the very end the gods make us all fools
for even when they fade away we're left in fascination

Witchsong & The Shadowen Mother

Witchsong

it was the witching hour
between midnight and sunrise
dark ones have their most power
opposite the hour that christ died

she was singing sweetly outside
voice lulling carried by wind
her song one of years gone by
not heard around these parts in

no one sings no more!
especially this time of night
a happy song but who for?
just for her and the moonlight?

something though was not right
i looked out the window
half expecting a fright
but no one knows which way the witch goes

i saw her once as a child
face serene then oh so vile!

The Shadowen Mother

It is a masquerade ball
Outside my window
A party for one
'Or is it two my child?'

'Fear me' she said!
And took off her mask
The face of the dead
Of ten thousand pasts

Castle & Class

i.

it was just as it became night
she looked deep not trusting her sight
a carriage drew near alright
the driver not seen in the dim light
horses stopped their galloping pace
she held her breath frozen in place
the coach stopped as her heart began to race
the door slowly opened then she saw his face

quite handsome she thought with eyes steeled grey
his clothes reminded her of the olden day
she opened her mouth quite not sure what to say
he simply smiled with a 'greetings milady'
'it's much to dark out would you like to ride?'
she looked around no longer in city but countryside
not believing what she's seeing with eyes open wide
'do not fret my darling please step inside'

soon as she did and looked out the carriage window
she saw herself still walking alone down the road

ii.

spirited away taken by the faerie
little by little she started to worry
even so things were not all that scary
indeed her eyes became glossy and starry
and soon enough they came to the gates
greeted by guards and ladies in wait
walking past tables set with golden plates
she started to wonder 'where is this strange place?'

rushed into a chamber they said was always hers
a four poster canopy bed and a kitten that purred
they painted her body and face in red ochre
dressed her in silks becoming a vision of mesmer
'do not stare too long into the pool' a tiny voice said
a small coronet was then placed on her head
a claddagh on her finger the heart so, so red
then down a hall a statue in her image bled

marriage vows exchanged during a storm
the tears did not cease and a banshee was born