BY JUSTIN WIGGINS

On a Celtic Harp

The wandering bard played

A bittersweet 

Song of perfection

Of a fall from grace,

Telling of how

Mortals and the Fae 

Became estranged

By the dark god’s cunning, lust, and rage.

As I continued listening 

The bittersweet song took a sudden joyous turn

Telling of A Great Lion

A benevolent wise Wizard

A Great-Grandmother’s Woman’s love

Defeating the dark god’s evil and lust.

The Bard finished her song

The mead hall became quiet

It’s haunting spell pierced my heart

Overwhelmed by the beauty

She took me by the hand 

Revealing she was a Faery woman from afar.

We courted

We grew in love

Were married by The Faerie King and Queen

A Mortal and Faerie sacred bond of trust!

A new chapter

A new reason for my beating heart

All beginning by hearing Maeve’s enchanting song

On her Celtic Harp!