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!
