The Lourde' And His Ladee

A bewitching tale of mystikal magik; faeries, elves and enchanting joy.

 

   

Once upon a time in the Magikal Forest of Ode’

Buried deep in the mystikal forests of greene’

Many majikal creatures are seen

Glittering flashes that glow in firelite

Of dancing faeries and elves in the niht’

Pixies riding fireflies.

Faeries on butterflys

 

 

Gnomes dashing here and beyonde'

Playing gayly across the sky blue ponds

Moon babees’ flying with gossamer wings

While moon goddess’s and leprechauns merrily sing.

 

  Elves riding giddily on birds and bees

Dazzling and sparkling throughout the trees

While us mortals sleep unaware

They frolic about without a care

They hide in and out amongst the glades

Where during the day many children had played

With elfin magic the woodland abounds

Playing in the forest on faery grounds.

Now... we must get on with this magikal tale!

 

So, come along with me now ~ because.....

we’re going to the MagikalForest and open the veil. 

 

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             The Lourde’ and His Ladee’ 

 

TheLorde’and hisLadee rode mysteriously thru the nihte'

Her arms entwined around him tite’

The horse they rode was dark, glistening black

He majestikally carried them both on his back.

 

 

The Lourde’ and his Ladee’traveled swiftly thru the nihte’

Her arms entwined around him tight

They rode with the wind and the shadows of dark

For they held mysterious secrets deep in their hearts

“Mystikal spells from the Earth and theSea."

Saide theLourde of the niht’, to hisElfinLadee.

“Spells”, she whispered, from the Mystik and Olde’

Use them well he said, “Be brave, be bold”!

With cobweb silk and duste’ from the stars,

They made magikal promises from lands afar.

“Have no fear,”  saide the Lourde’to his Elfin Ladee’

As they roade thru the nihte’ so dark and shadee'

 

 

“No longer me sweete’ shall ye be alone

Magikal’ luve’ together we’ve sown”.

With thunderous hooves they rode into the nihte’

The moonbeams golden, the stars glittering brite’

The ritual magik of sorcerers and elves,

Softe' green moss and bewitching spells

They rode hard and fast into the nihte’

Guided safely by stars and soft moonlite’

His hair black as midnihte, hers golden like the sun.       

Their spirits and souls were joined together as one.

“We shall soon be there,”saide theLadee’ to herLourde’

“We’ll find moonbeam faeries and elves with sweords.

 

 

 

They brought bewitching spells and Enchanted Scrolls

They carried them tightly in mystikal rolls

The  Lourde and his Ladee’held the Key

This Lourde’and his Ladee’ of mystery

They carried magikal stones and Celtic spells

They were very wize they would use them well

The Moon Beam riders had traveled to Earth

To bless each childe at it’s moment of birth

 

The Lourde’and his Ladee’rode swiftly down the roade

To join leprechauns and pixies in the Forest of Ode’

They must quikly make haste before the nihte’ turned arounde’

Fire faeries and star babees danced merrily on the grounde’.

Dream Weavers and Sandmen scurried joyfully thru the woods

Carrying brite, coulored baskets filled with magikal goods

A woodland wedding for the bride and the groom

In the Garden of  Ode’under the stars and the moon.

Faerie bride Ani with hair spun of  gold

Avid the groom so brave, so bold

Ani's gown was shimmering, starbrite white

As Avid the brave one stood beside her in the nihte'.

They all joined together singing songs of great glee

Then the Lourde’ and his Ladee’ rode in  with theKey

Magik and musik echoed thru the nihte’ air

As the Lourde’and his Ladee’ joined the tiny pair

The Magikal Garden rang oute’ in jubilant song

As Ani and Avid said their vows to belonge’

Elves, gnomes, wizards, moon babees and pixies

 

 

     

 

Water and Earth spirits and a faerie named Trixie.  

 

 

All dancing in the garden where the wizards dwelled.

Made of magikal faerie dust, moss and bluebells

 

Slowly the twilite started slipping away

As they sang and danced in joyful play

Then all of a sudden, quite oute’ of the blue

In a blink of thee eye, away they all flew.

In the realms of  twilight shimmering across the nihte' skye.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There was a flutter of wings as they all began to fly fly fly.

 

 

Their silvery wings glistened like stars in the nihte’

As they majestikally ascended into mystikal flight.

 

 

 

 

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I know ye’ believe in faeries and elves

Ye must believe like ye’ believe in ye’ self

Ye must believe in magik, for it truly does exist.

Search thru forests and trees and mysterious mist.

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Once upon a time in the Enchanted Forest of  Ode’

Many Magikal Seeds were sown.

Seeds of enchantment, mystik charms and magik stones

Steeped in the mystikal magik of luve’ and lore

Ye’ muste’ keep ye’ eyes open~~~

               There will be more!

Some nihte’ the Sandman may whisk ye’ away

To our mysterious lands of mythikal magik

Guess what? Ye just mite’ want to stay!

 

           

 

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 In the quiet still dusks of morn’, ye’ can hear the whole world whispering. The shy, greene’ grass, making luve’

 with the early, morning moisture of the dew.

             Shhhh’, listen.

Everything there is to hear, is in the heart of  hidden things.

 

        

 

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Ye’ muste’ always wish on shooting stars.

 

          

      

Ye’ muste’ always looke’ for four leaf clovers

 

                       

 

Ye’ muste’ always say “Bless ye” after someone sneezes.

 

           

 

Ye’ muste’ always sing

“Mr. Sandman Bring Me a Dream”,

before ye’ lay thee head down to sleep

Ye muste’ always, always

put your pulled teeth under ye’ pillow,

so our Tooth Faerie to leave thee some coins.

(P.S)

That way ye’ shall never be without gold

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Copywrite 1993~LadeeAnne

Anne P Murray

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

A faery tale for children and adults who enjoy fantasy.
Written with the spelling of Olde' English form

Reviews

[E. S. Lowell]

I was able to envision this quite nicely :] Thanks for writing...

[Antara Kundu]

Hi Anne,

I've joined the group 'To Write For A Child' very recently, and I stumbled across your writing while trying to get the feel of the group and its members.

Well, although I'm not habituated with the Olde' English form and have been totally out of touch with classical English literature as well as fairy tales, that didn't hinder the pleasure I could draw from your poem-story. The elements of magic and mysticism have been well-constructed, and so has been the charm of old-world fairy tales with elves, fairies and hidden spirits that abound that woodlands at night. I also loved the way in which the main tale has been preceded and succeeded with introduction/conclusion/words from the poet's own heart.

It must not have been easy to write this piece - given its form, length and rhythm. Kudos!

[LunarSong]

I love it, your rhymes and pictures are wonderful. I could envision it really well.

[Bridgid Persephone Newm..]

You've been under the hill. It's few I've met that have.

[Dream Weaver]

A very long but beautifully written saga!
So captivating I had to keep reading because
the imagery wouldn’t allow me to quit!
Nicely done!!