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She looked deep into the Elvin Woods. Longingly, she watched in hopes

to but glimpse a shadow of the Elven Prince.

Oh how her royal heart beat rythem at his name. Softly it excaped her

lips. A whispered cry of need. "Sir KIND" She was shocked she had spoken

this aloud.

For in this the land of the Fey, such romance was but a dream. And for

this time her sleep was stole by a wicked sprite it seemed.

All her majick was subject to the Fairy King.

She cried at such an evil thought. and as a single tear did drop. In

front of her apeared a silver wolf and a shadow ring.

The Fairy Queen looked into those eyes and knew that this was he she

called.

And from his lips a rose did drop to lay at his beautys feet. This was

a tiding of where they could meet.

The Silver wolf and his shadow ring turned and leaped down a lonely

lane.

The Fairy Queen gave giggles and went the same. Unfolded and with but a

few sweet flaps, those silver wings caught his path.

At the farthest reach of Elven Wood there her darling Prince he stood.

And into his arms she flew at last. His reddest rose now crushed upon

his chest.

Had their love been enough to break the spell? The animals stopped a

stood so still. Even the bird come from the sky above. A testimony to the

majick of loves.

A single embrace they shared with glee. Then once more a wolf was he.

Even in death the King he won, the old sprite.

She cried once more into the night. The wolf he gave a mornefull howl.

Desprate in their wish to be more than in the Fey, or shadow dreams of

ire.

She turned and he was gone. A blood rose in his stead. The fairy Queen,

still dressed in red.

Sleep claimed her where he once stood and the animals blanketed her

sleeping form. Dreams of him kept her warm.

She held that with each new moon that she would see her Elvin Prince.

And so she lived for this event...a sad and lonely Queen.





This was written for me by a very dear friend, whose love and friendship I shall cherish forever.

Author: Mamchelle, CopyRight 2006. Placed here with the expressed permission of the author.

Where is thy touch, O, Death, I pray?



I seek your face both night and day.



I seek you like a long lost friend,



Who'll bring me gently to my end.



No more to be haunted by the night,



I will soon end this endless fight,



Take what's wrong and make it right



before my spirit takes it's final flight



into the Great Beyond.

























Copyright 2007. Author: Master Shadow, House of Dragon BDSM.