rose-queen

The darkness falls, the star streaked skies glitter. But I will wait, under the lunar light. The mountain is my throne. The stallion gallops across the vast plains. The eagle soars through the blue expanse. But I will wait, wait for my home. The wise owl swoops through the glade. The stag canters across the woodland. And I will wait, though not alone. The moon watches me, guides me. She is the only one I see. She sees my home, the stallion, Eagle, stag and owl, yet still will care for me. And I will wait on the mountain beside her and sing to her. Cry for her. Until my time comes to return home. My long awaited home. The

There are fairies at the bottom of my garden. They're not so very far away. You go past the garden shed, and just keep straight ahead. I really do hope they've come to stay. There's a little wood with moss in it, and beetles, and a little stream that quietly runs through. You wouldn't think they'd dare, come merry making there, but they do, yes they do.