THE STORIE OF FAERIE GLADE
Original story by: Andrew Weaver.
Illustrations by: Sonja Peacock.
Copyright by Andrew Weaver 2010
ISBN: 978-1-902778-09-9
Published by Wilmots at Smashwords 2010
On Faerie Glade.
O'er woodland fell,
Next to the enchant'd waterfall,
In the magick Faerie Glade,
where tryst twixt Unicorn and Faerie,
forever and will ever be made,
Stood Faerie with tear streak'd face,
Holding the head of her beloved Unicorn,
By his halter of magick lace.
Sad evil had invaded this hallow'd ground,
Poor dear Unicorn and Faerie,
Had this evil, found.
For, a bad man some time, past back,
Learned of how a Unicorn tear could heal,
And even from death bring back.
In case anyone tried to steal his find,
Had Hurt, defenceless Unicorn,
Until he cried and cried,
Until there were no more tears,
Poor unicorn was dry,
Then Buried Poison'd thorn in his hide.
Poor Faerie knew, if she took it out,
The poison would spill,
Kill them both, without a doubt.
Of a sudden o'er all Faerie land grew a chill.
One last kiss Faerie gave dearest Unicorn,
Then pulled it out!
On the ground fell poison thorn.
But Faerie queen all this did see,
And With a mighty effort summoned,
All the thousands of Faeries she could see,
From near and far, throughout the land.
Raised to her feet, and with all the magick, at her command,
Changed all that was done by that wicked man’s hand.
Commanded peace and happiness be once more,
Throughout all of faerie land!..........
Now go to the Enchant'd Waterfall and see,
Reflection of Unicorn and Faerie,
In each others arms, and by Queen, commanded
This is the way, it will always, and forever be.
The Storie of Faerie Glade.
It was a quiet night, clear black sky,
Stars pinpricked upon it, shining bright, up high,
Then, out of the corner of my eye,
I saw a Faerie flying nearby,
Then, I saw a man, typical burglar type,
Follow into bushes with a net, this I didn’t like,
Then, I heard a thrashing,
A sudden crashing,
A yelp and a scream,
Like, really loud, I mean,
Seems later as I was by Faerie told,
He tried to net her, wings to hold,
But he missed, then had nowhere to run or hide. Got a painfully pierced backside,
By a single horn,
Hadn’t bargained on Faerieland being guarded by a unicorn.
