A poem of magical might

Unending

Rejecting priests feeding on the tragic

She flowed past my death by fairy magic

Herself, is far beyond mundane

Decrying dirty death as too profane.

So she wed this dislocated knight

Her price a very different kind of fight

She who must by me adored

My end for her is just abhorred

So now I live by loss of past

My chains of service so recast

Twined by links of softest silk

To reject the laws of mother’s milk

Is Kind and Gentle my new claim?

Her laugh declares an alternate fame!

But Berserkers tend to be rudely ruddy

And such Blooded find their end is bloody

But despite a well of inner rage

Fairies must a “happily after” stage

Death has stalked me from the cradle

Fed by stages from a devil’s ladle.

Death within, constant loss without,

My touch withers the noblest redoubt

My dented plate bespeaks the darker night

Can such a one embrace delight?

Left and right in rapid motion

Like an enchanted fairy potion

A life of endings ceases

This Fairy magic my life increases

Herself, herself my fairy queen

Poured dust that changed the future scene