Disclaimer: Oberon belongs to William Shakespeare. Or his lawyers. Or something. He doesn't belong to me.
Author's Notes: This poem is based on my friend's portrayal of the Fairy King. He does a brilliant job, and this poem is dedicated to him. :)
The King of Shadows
The woods quake
Mountains tremble for fear
A threatening wind arises
He is coming
His pace is slow and stately
And yet at the same time swift and terrible
Birds scatter
Screaming a warning
Animals cower
Shivering in their hiding places
For he draws near
Power
Such power as mortals cannot conceive
Or choose not to acknowledge
A quick movement of the hand
A snap
A wave
And all must listen
Attention is commanded
His eyes burn with a fury and rage
That, once you look in them
He will hold you
Make you
Mold you
Break you
And smother you with such awesome power
So that you would wish you had never looked into those fiery orbs
His voice rumbles with thunder
The leaves quiver
His anger is terrible to behold
Mortals, flee
Beware
For Oberon is passing fell in wrath
And the earth trembles before him
~ The End