The Trilogy of the Fawn, the Fox, and the Faerie

The Mare Night Trotted into my sight Blocking my way Extinguishing light The Mare Night Turned from trot to gallop Its hooves left divots Some were shaped scallop The Mare Night Neighed in a way That startled the senses A steep price to pay The Mare Night Had tone and muscle Such was its strength Winning every tussle The Mare Night Sucked in the air Through its nostrils wide There was none to spare The Mare Night Was wild and free No stall would hold It away from me

When I cry Will you then sigh As we wake upon the morrow Was it a lie I thought, did I That we would bring the farrow Now you say you cannot stay As you leave me with my sorrow Did I not know that you must go I'm broke, with no hope of borrow So I must cry and you must sigh As we listen for the sparrow What promise did lend Or vastly pretend Marked with the broadest arrow I must exclaim As fate took its aim Piercing my deepest marrow There is no balm There is no psalm Even in finest yarrow So I will cry and you will sigh Forever in the morrow

On the brink No kitchen sink On the side Open wide On the ledge Jagged edge On the sky Babies cry On the brim Beards trim On the verge Souls emerge On the line Nothing fine On the mend Long lost friend On the way Cannot stay On the trail Silent wail On the path Hikers’ wrath On the back Keeping track On the fight Breaking might On the mind Keepers find On the fray Thoughts away On the brink Primal think

Although Fox is sly One cannot deny A curiosity high When found nearby The Fawn is wise Despite its size Don’t chastise What we harmonize I hear it is a rare Thing to be sure For a fawn, fox, and faerie To on a soul level concur Yes, the faerie is me As the fawn did see And sly fox dismissed So hurriedly Have we just begun? This lovely hum A steady drum With sugared plum For though we are From near and far We share a star With dreams ajar We welcome you With colored hue No further adieu We begin anew Do fly with me— As mythic air carries us all… Into Act Three.

I’m gonna go How was I to know A nasty blow A Jekyll side show I’m gonna go What lies below From throat bellow Passed by slow I’m gonna go No good row Vagrancy blow Rotten snow I’m gonna go Scandalous pro Bad status quo Wretched ego I’m gonna go Enter Mister Poe Mourning cello Road brick yellow I’m gonna go In sight doe Friend turned foe Eating crow I’m gonna go Fierce under toe Tales of woe Vile overflow Go gonna I’m With strength sublime Vacate crime No more time I’m gonna go How was I to know A nasty blow A Jekyll side show I’m gonna go What lies below From throat bellow Passed by slow I’m gonna go No good row Vagrancy blow Rotten snow I’m gonna go Scandalous pro Bad status quo Wretched ego I’m gonna go Enter Mister Poe Mourning cello Road brick yellow I’m gonna go In sight doe Friend turned foe Eating crow

Just the other day I met the Mare Night It came galloping in It enveloped my sight I felt my chest tighten Its presence did frighten What would happen next Is recorded in this text I steadied myself I gathered my strength I faced the Mare Night I shortened its length The shadow it cast Could no longer last Once I shone light With a determined might There was no more room For its thundering gloom I had clearly defeated The fear that it needed The Mare Night retreated Its purpose unseated So if the Mare Night You ever do meet Hold strong to yourself And it will retreat The Mare Night Cannot hurt you at all Once properly escorted Back to its stall Perhaps that day It missed its hay Once properly fed It will promptly to bed

So the wind Said to the tree You shall grow no taller Lest you surpass me So the sun Said to the tree You will stay barren Lest you outshine me So the soil Said to the tree You shall limit your intake Lest you drain me So the water Said to the tree You shall drink but a sip To be left empty is not for me So the tree Said to the wind My height is perfect No contract to rescind So the tree Said to the sun Who could outshine you? All your energy is fun So the tree Said to the soil Let me prove my worth See me toil So the tree Said to the water Without height, without leaf My needs list is shorter So Gaya Said to the wind Temper your blow As together you will grow So Gaya Said to the sun Let the tree bloom Weaving your light in its loom So Gaya Said to the soil Let the tree feed It is measured in its need Hearing all That Gaya stated Water increased its flow Tree relaxed, truly satiated This is when All turned silent Save for the hum Of perfect alignment