I met a lady by the stream With flowing hair of octarine Her skin was silver; her body lean She sang to me of things unseen. Of hidden worlds few mortals glean Of mystic knowledge found between The Realm of Men and Winter's Queen Beyond the gates of opal green. She wore a gown of silken dreams And danced upon the drifting breeze When she laughed so did the trees And when she cried they dropped their leaves. One Summer's night I made a ring Of nettle bark and plain white string And gave my name to hear her sing Of magic courts and fairy Kings. Young was I when she began A strutting cock of no sure plan But once entranced and bound of hand She stole the heart and left the man. Time's meaning frayed within her song The hours past, short and long Seasons changed; the world moved on And when she stopped all was gone.
