Taken by Wonder

The sound of pipes
settles in the deep glens.
The years grow thin
until silence reigns
and the stars appear.
The moon rises on the wind
from the sea and ancient
dreams throw pale shadows
of faerie folk unseen.
The daemon queen has beauty
so sharp and severe
that it wounds with its wonder
when she deigns to appear.
The way between the worlds
is open. She smiles
her compelling smile
and I fall under her spell.
Do not wait for me,
expect no word or return.
Please raise a glass
with my old comrades
and wish me a final farewell.

(c) 2007 by Palimpsest